Enter.
Create.
Reprise.
New day.
My eyes wide,
yet can't see.
The air is cold,
and sounds empty.
Something holds me back,
with a ball and chain.
I crawl on, weary eyed,
my strength to return here,
Every breath I gain again,
the more words come from my mouth,
And the more it just tears you up,
the more power I ball in me.
Relaxed it will burn and shine then more,
every waking step I may take kills;
I could not help myself and fell to you,
like you a goddess and I, just a knave.
But I slip from the world once again.
Air runs tighter every step again,
Fire burns in my heart, terror,
a panic attack with no thought.
I count, four, five, six, seven,
ticking down the clock some more.
I stare at time itself.
Nightmare's crying its sleep.
Dying wishes safe,
horror strikes again.
My arm falls down,
eyes closed forever.
Quiet sleep,
fading now.
Light shines,
dark glows.
I fade,
backwards.
Good.
Night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was just....wow.. i mean wow! one of my poem/story is like that