And now I'm stuck here
With no way to escape
Sunk up to my nape
I'm overwhelmed by fear
That I've built my own prison
If I escape, my world will combust
Indistinquishable from the dust
Any current happiness is done
The more I struggle, the more I sink
Maybe I just need one decisive leap
Straight out of the deep
So should I just act instead of stop and think?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem