Every day my pain increases
I ask, my god! Who needs this?
I sit alone in my room
Beneath the dark... the light of the moon
I sit by this desk and create my dark art
I release all my rage, and I tear it apart
I cry my tears on this paper
My eyes full of fire
My insperation increases and the flames rise up higher
I smile as I look upon my work
I give thanks to my mind.
I take a deep breath as I let go of a part of the pain inside
The candle still burns within me
I whisper as I close my eyes and smile
The fire of my thoughts is raging
But is has burnt out for a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem