My grip on reality Loosens as i become Reclusive
spending time in my Mind till I'm physically useless
Dissolve Flesh in a Material World - Its just another illusion
Unhinged into Confusion - Wounds mount up during long Battles
...It gets gruesome
Tunneling through turmoil like its poisonous soil
where 'The Seeds of Hope' are casted & Left to Coil
...downwardly - until they reach Oblivion & Spoil
Shards of Shattered Dreams cutting Deep into The Bloodline
And The Heart it Bleeds nothing beneath what lies inside
..i could climb - but id rather Crawl
..i should Fly - but i always Fall
Through the 'Process of Belief'
I'm able to swallow the grief
Concentrate on Optimism
Till I'm 'Cosmically Complete'
A Long ways ahead...
The journey never predictable
The Learning is so Critical
Burning The Soul - Pivotal
To kick start 'The Ritual'
Further The Intimate Glow
& The intricate Growth
Until its ingrained & habitual
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem