It's small, eerie, yet I’m very much aware.
It’s in my head and apparent when the presence is here.
The echo is unsettling and a burden I can’t define
Broken and in pieces, I call out- please, spare my mind!
High-pitched and screaming, I hear -I am your my mind!
This is what I call the take-over and my Great Climb!
Just sit back and accept this abandoned fate.
It’s been long ago decided that in this mind, I own the state
You’re just a capsule where I choose to dwell.
From blood to blood I own your family and I have known you well....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A finely penned poem, . SO much said in so few words. Captured delightfully! Thank you for sharing!