In a world full of silent grudges
slips out words I don't mean to say.
Everyday I drift a little bit further
Away from those I love
Further down this rabbit hole
Where faith is something
That is wiped away
On the doormat.
Right now my heart is heavy with regret
That I can't help but
Step away and keep away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Static silence... When you wipe civilisation off your feet at the door, what do you enter? Great poem! Ivan