Blurry eyes, I can't see
The truth
Subconsciously yarning inside me
Slowly burning
Vanishing into dust
We sweep away unwanted fuss
Teardrops fall deep
Lost
Left, behind
As the ocean flows
Fish appears demised
Second glance
I lose all fear
The end is coming
Its almost here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem