this must be another tragedy
loud voices of profanity
bugging aroung me like it's hugging me
tagging on my clothes
pulling me down
I try to keep my head above the ground
i start to sweat
but the deeper i get
i look up
and all i know that the hole is getting close
and deeper i go
but i dont know where im going but im not going slow
then unexpectedly
the noise levels drop
but the feeling inmy head make my veins wanna pop
its loud silence
when i resort to violence
it autonomicaly attacking me
suddenly unexpectedly
confusing?
exactly!
hense on the contrary
cuz everytime i feel in the inside of me
i wanna scream
but never the less
i must confess
that when ever i close my eyes and take a rest im possesed to the things i feel
though i know its not real
but time and time again
im remined how this must be another tragedy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem