places i go to my mind is blank
revealing a knot so tight on my throat,
all the others stare i stand in might
where do i rate..where is my rank?
i cant decide
i cannot see difference
i dont know the way
to stay or to go
what is this mess
im i going to rest?
too many questions
no answers no confessions...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem