Lying on the cool floor
staring at the fluorescent
above.
Ringer buzzing in my ears;
is my sanity slipping by? - me
alone.
Flushes of warm red
blanket my face, in the swarm of strange
faces.
Oh my weak heart races
as tremors bring me to my knees.
Oh God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem