My physical expressions give me away
They triumph over what I want to say
I feel the wrath of my insane pain
Constantly contradicting myself at every turn
I’m crying out for a divine intervention
My throbbing heart hurts from the flames I tried to fight
An intense phobia I have came to loathe
I cannot drive these demons away
They say they’re my friends, and they’re all I have
Ghosts dance above my head, they wont let me sleep
I see blood running down my window, the clouds are crying again
My eyes begin to swell, my heart begins to pound
Ever so gently, then a sudden thud
I open my eyes, I visualize what I am about to encounter
The footsteps on my stairs, the curtains dancing again
A whistle, a whimper, a wush! I look up but I cannot see until
The door creeps open, and there I am, standing in front of me
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