You killed my joy.
No hope is left.
Left empty inside.
No heat, no soul.
You arrested my mind.
Cant be an individual.
My mouth and eyes
have been robbed.
I stand like a statue,
Empty and cold.
Joy was killed.
Mind is arrested.
Mouth and eyes are missing.
Remain a statue,
until broken free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem