I lay in this pool drenched in myself,
cold and slipping away from all I see,
a world in which only the blind can see,
the mute sat and told me bedtime stories,
a world of color, but lacking so much meaning.
Where reality is as real as what you see in the mirror,
and can break just as easy with a simple tap.
A world where the insane do not know they are,
and the sane are supposed to judge upon them.
But aren't we all just insane?
I see the light reflect off these glass shards
what is left of my reality as I begin to fade away,
as there is no more colors in this world of gray,
as in my bloody hands I hold my broken heart,
covered in a ripped cloth of faith, I pray.
Just to late to have hope in another day,
as I have reached my end, and in myself I lay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write. Very strong finish, which ties together the whole poem.