Incarcerated in an unstable mind. Serving a life sentence that will never end. Inside a mind that has gone insane. These four brick walls make the voices echo. Screaming suicide. Bleeding walls flowing and disappearing into the floor. This magical cell thats called home. In isolation she spends her time. Crying tears in form of blood. The lights my sun during the day and the moon during the night. With no hope of escaping into the freedom of life. Handcuffs and shackles what beautiful jewelry. Being visited by reality brings hope into this cell that has to be my home. Echoing voices, these walls bleeding the pain, flickering light that tells time. Imprisoned in his jail. Nothing left, hope is gone. Alone in this cell that I call home. Wishing one day to escape his world and end the pain.
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I would like to translate this poem
'walls flowing and disappearing into the floor'... very nice. An image that can only come from hours of staring with no alternative. Well written