Think you know me and the fire in my eyes?
Burning from the inside.
Questioning how to best describe...
The lonely hurt little boy that lives inside of me.
Everyday is a struggle to survive.
Sometimes I wonder how I'm even still alive.
Always alone and on my own.
No outside forces willing or able to help.
I know what's it's like to hungry and not just of the physical kind.
Mental starvation can be just as devastating.
Don't mind me if I seem such a deluted recluse.
Watered down till there is barely any taste.
Even if it is with the most heartfelt embrace.
The eloquent abyss of my darkness.
Shadows dance upon my soul.
They come and go.
Nothing so permanent.
A temporary reprieve at best.
There comes a time when you want to be able to stop asking about what's next.
This is becoming my current context.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem