Slow moving dangles, flowing behind my mind's
evolution, not able to keep up any longer
with the other sentiments, poking and prodding
me incessantly.
There's no way to escape from this hell so I
shut the door and walk away into the sunset.
(12: 07 a.m. - 11/15/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem