My mind splits between self and society,
The line blurred, no border marked.
What I once was,
What I am,
What I will be,
Are but states smeared into sobriety.
A spectrum of sorts,
A rainbow of relations, revelations and regret,
A toll on my soul,
A heavy debt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely written, well done on getting poem of the day.