1 The loud voice that stab me from my deep slumber just in time to save me.
2 I hear the thinking of the clock, lying in the dark with the memory castigating my soul.
3 I have been stucked in thisvicious circle, trying and falling into the wilderness of my burning tears through the inner most me.
4 blinded with tears and sorrow from my heartbreak which I couldn't see a path for my light to shine feeling like an old pregnant nun looking around with less privelage filled with so much regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem