Numb in my mind,
For some few seconds or
Perhaps maybe the whole day
just trying to be myself and
And feel the coldness of my soul in my chest.
Figuring out what could be.
The best medicine to mediocre,
The pressure of losing my expectations twice.
It's hard to copy but
A ring deep and full of water
Might suppress the heaviness of my soul,
From the dark world and relieve my pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem