Ever feel the parting,
and the discovery,
where you are
trapped in between the walls
of self concern, bloody
bricks layer
dark feelings which occur
on a daily basis;
avoided.
Breathe and everything can
go this way and that, it
will be fine.
Sit back and relax one
last time to project the
resentment,
and let the dark seep through
the pores of emotion.
And I live.
Not where I want to be,
but not so far that my
brain is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem