Sitting still, just below the surface.
Looking up, a fog clouds my mind.
My thoughts become blurred, should I? ?
NO, I can't...
I don't have the courage.
I'll just have to deal.
Only two more years to go,
two more years until I am happy,
two more years till' there's no more pain.
These two years are driving me insane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow very moving.. I love how this is written.. Great piece Krista