Living in a place like hell,
Wondering if I’ll make the bell,
To see my life buckle and drop,
It’s like watching a timeless clock,
Can’t contemplate the state of my mind,
Feeling as if I’m too kind,
Honestly I don’t know if I can grow,
To be the man I’m meant to be,
While my life’s being threatened,
By the very thing that ruined my family,
Still I can’t grasp the concept,
May it be my mindset?
I look at things that surround,
Doesn’t seem real….no sound,
I hear you but I don’t,
I see you but I can’t,
Am I living a dream?
Or is this meant to be?
I’m not sure if I can last,
To live like this might become vast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem