tension trying to break even
in a mind with no safehaven
the only way to survive
is trying not to cave in
stressed to the point of no return
hoping to feel as light as a feather or a fern
drank straight full of whiskey scourging to burn
my throat enclosing with no air to enter
life is the definition of a real tormentor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem