the walls I've built
to surround my mind
have kept people out
time and time again
even the closest of my best friends
I've been exiled
to a dark place in my head
for some reason always
wishing I were dead
I don't know why
I stay in my wall
not even questioning
if they will ever fall
but I feel safe
inside my head
leaving behind
my hope
and dread
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, well penned with nice ideas.......10