My head is confused I can't go to sleep
as a result of which my stray thoughts
fall apart into small pieces
I try to pick them up and collect them again,
but easy is different
because even now, I have collected all those fragments
and glued them back together again
the left scars will always be there, to remind me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sleepless thinking world feels not good and cannot deliver spontaneous thoughts