Fractured mind and soul
Tortures that went before
They are my bonding means
Weaving my pieces together
Keeping me from the hole of darkness
Soft whispers in my ear
Bewildering chatting away
Disturbing my waking thoughts
But they are mine to keep
Family of one made up of many
http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4573407
I was attracted to this poem due to the title and thoughts of my own mind being a mosaic pattern of experiences, and thoughts joined together forming my core regardless of them being good or bad. I strongly identified with the feelings presented in this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very interesting and perplexing in the artistic kind of way well done