do I fear waking up?
or just the thought of having
to step through this all again
fear, misconceptions and truth
all trying for that spot
to stare me in the face
get that shot of redemption
at a truth I have not discovered
or want to discover
does it all have to be so real?
why can't things slow down
just for that day
to reveal this slowly and carefully
so that all is not lost
or even forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem