Fighting through the motions,
I'm craving for your last love.
One last kiss that will leave me in eternal bliss.
Detached from the world,
it seems I am alone.
I stand in fear,
only to hear the haunting fears that lie within me.
Taunt my soul,
Am I not worthy?
Heaven won't even accept me.
Hell,
What does it give a damn.
I am torn between what I am,
and what I should be.
I am a lost soul,
not ready to be received.
I wander,
I escape..
For a brief moment I am free,
but back in my thoughts..
There I am.. Square one..
Trapped within my own mind..
I feel my heart slowly die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem