You speak of my depression,
Something I have yet to see.
Hiding in darkest shadows,
Is this the land your eyes
Have only ever let you visit?
You observe me, but never
The rest of this old world.
The realm the rest of your
Forever lovely schizophrenia
Yearns to visit, does not face here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very passionate as well with swings of emotion.Wonderful representation of art here.The title is also befitting and well explained in lines 6 and 9 respectively with powerful strokes of words.