They are buried
in their jobs
in their fears
in mundane careers
they wake one day
to find their lives
have slipped away
time went unnoticed
that precious commodity
of this realm and space
that horrible moment of clarity
when one sees the image
of who they are now
rather than the illusion
like a wisp is gone some how
they feared their lives
they feared their sexuality
they lived in the past
the blind can now see
that they thought they
would live forever
their time grows short
they cannot deny
the vision that came
to their blind eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem