Pain-beating in flashes-
Spiraling, falling in splashes.
Red hot-increasing by inches.
Needles-like a hundred small pinches-
Slashing like a knife without a guiding force,
Pulling along on a curvatious course.
Searching-finding no relief-
Wondering, wishing it were breif...
Never knowing when it will end
Losing everything I have to defend
Wishing-wanting someone to depend on
But everything I love is gone...
What do i have left for my own
When nothing is left to be shown?
Who is going to be around
To catch me when Im falling down?
Why is this happening to me
When there is nothing good I can see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem