I'm covered in a shroud
Of deep emotions
They blur my vision
To see and feel
The beating heart inside my chest
And my wife's tears
Remember that it's real
I'm dumbfounded when it's taken off
Why did I do that
Why was that bothering me
I can't understand myself
I wasn't myself
I was ill
Like looking through blotted glasses
The world and my reality was painful
Foggy and disdainful
Yet, with hope
I will get well
And unleashed from being mentally unwell
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