The hopelessness is here again
Knocking at my door.
The foul cruel sensation,
It fills me,
And steals my appetite away.
The thief he is,
Keeps wrapping
Distracting me from my goals.
Driving me further
Into the dungeon of my soul.
As I tear through my flesh
Finding sanity in pain.
He just keeps a knocking.
A constant reminder
He intents to stay.
This is an awesome poem. It is so powerful and full of emotion 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can feel all your sadness....... so well portrayed that hoplessness as it cuts through like a warm knife in cold lard -10 as always anjali