I find myself at loss in doubt.
Is it worse or better?
Do I have a clue what its all about?
And does it really matter?
Is what I see around me real or a dream?
Did yesterday happen or am i insane?
The torrent i first fell in was only a stream.
Held back by self pity pulled under by shame.
Caught in the jaws of no turning back.
Invisible waters harbor the void.
Of a wasted lifetime with cold heart of black.
And endless doubts i can no longer avoid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem