My muscles hurt,
My heart burns.
I feel torn into more than one
Endlessly wandering through something
Something that won’t stop hurting me
All I see is dark brick, colorless and cold
Molded together to carry me through endless circles of confusion
Maybe, one day I will go through the open door and
Never have to come back.
Maybe one day I will be whole again,
I forgot what it felt like to be me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I feel torn into more than one' I asked myself, 'one what? ' The imagery with the open door is just snazzy. You seem do do extraordianry well with ending your poems, because the ending is my favorite part.