does this make any sense
money has made everybody dense
trauma makes me weak
I always grit my teeth
there’s no perfection through practice
only constant demise
have I become the unwanted
was I a book left unread
you can barely wake
at the sun’s first ray’s sake
trying to break free
conversation kills you repeatedly
for evading regret
promises make you forget
with all this, I have done
normalcy without having won
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem