Lost and alone,
I am cold as stone.
Afraid, not of the dark,
but of what I can't see.
It is wet, cold, I am alone.
I imagine terrors, of every sort.
My equilibrium is off,
and direction, I know not.
Panic sets in, and I am ready to scream.
Then the light comes on,
I am embarrassed, for sure.
I was only in the bathroom, sleepwalking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem