I keep seeing these faces
I keep seeing someone there
But when I turn to look around
The room looks so bare
I have these knots in my stomache
And I know someone's watching
I think I'm getting paranoid
My head is starting to spin
Sudden shapes and sudden forms
My walls are coming down
I can't back out, feeling trapped
I'm trying not to drown
I can't concentrate in front of me
These shapes are moving fast
My head is aching horribly
From pictures of my past
And now I know I'm falling
Because I can't keep control
There's a piece of me missing
Inside this deep and unforgiving hole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all trapped in this world but when possible we all escape from its trick.. Who can find hope if we are already as a captive in the hands of destiny..sometimes the pictures around us of this world can be challenge us, but the escape, all it depends upon our will. It's a nice poem