Strapped to a chair,
Trapped by my own mind,
Looking at the open entryway
With demons dancing in my head
Feeding my mind with bitter thoughts.
The outside comes to my window,
All is vivid and near but can't be touched
It's so lonely, so dreadful, so frightful
In my room, my isolation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Bill K. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.