Merely cobwebs at the surface
Almost invisible
Yet underneath it all
Chains rusted with struggle
Shimmering eye,
A pool of deception
Sure- there’s a window
But there is no soul
Skin sticky with sweat
Lips drip with blood
Tasting hell
Beyond imagination
Tearing my hair out over everything
I receive no redemption
Doesn’t matter how much I suffer
I still try, try, try…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem