A stairwell suspended
vertigo in my eyes
Prayers and curses meld
desperation in my thoughts
Lucidity is never far off
but still unattainable
The quiet darkness squeezes
my pulse races
I want the free back
but it's elusive like the
lucidity I can't gather
and fold
I fill my heart with conviction
but my humanity betrays me
I want to sleep and wake up
without a care in the world
in the real world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is as real as we see through the eyes of the mind: nice poem