How do I slay this noxious beast?
Smoke and mirrors, lacking in feeling release
The infection doth lie so deep within
I shall never shed this constricting skin
Surrounding my heart, as if to protect
What remains of a future, and cutting the deck
To let the cards fall in a random mosaic
With some joy that is left, and my sanities sake
As all of the final days pass in a flash
The window of happiness closes its sash!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem