I must seem like such a worm to you,
I burrow deep down into you skin,
until I devour all of your vitals.
I must seem like such a leach to you.
I drain you of all your strength,
using it as my own.
The fires of life are growing, and I tire of these dances.
The truth of the conscience is revealed, as your ash is skattered.
I apologize for my interference.
I meant well
but I now realize what I've done.
I love compassion, but guilt doesn't love me.
What should I do?
Should let my demons run my life?
I don't know
But now you can't even fight for yourself
you call my help, but I can no longer give you it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I know you wrote this a while back, but if you are in such a predicament, always know that he is listening to your prayers. God Bless.