Closed behind the scorched window
A flicker of light burns through a scratch in the glass
Shut out from the world and cast into the darkness
A flame of rage burns in my heart which can never be extinguished,
I am not with friends or family, i am in the darkness with my own kind,
The demons.
I see myself fading as I’m pulled back evermore into the dreaded darkness,
Ever slowly,
Every time it happens they devour a piece of the mask with which i hide,
And in doing so shows me for my true self,
One of them,
A husk of rage and hate.
A demon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem