Far from any
noise
and lights
except my inner constant
drippings
humidity, and
bad air.
the darkness
is scary
at first
then, it turns
into feeling lonely
dark
obscure,
ambiguous, and
alone.
the darkness
is
light
and a treasured gold
it is me
as a mine
as i left my
eyes
behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem