Sinking in this gravity less Black hole of my emotions,
My body feels numb.
I've turned off the lights,
but somehow the shadows on my wall are talking to me.
They screech what I don't even want to whisper,
I knew Umbra & Penumbra were great listeners but tonight they deny.
Ghosting me?
I respect the dead.
My window is fogged up, I should try making a flower on it, rather.
Comforting others with the words I need,
That's what my weapon looks like in this war against my own demons,
Isn't it lethal?
The conservative birds of my inner self have flown away,
But still;
I can't swim I'm sinking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem