I have done way to much to go back
And not enough to go forward
So i was stuck in this current bed
That i made only on occassions
My fortress lying 6 ft beneath your feet
Flashbacks drifting into a deep sleep
I ponder on my actions
And nothing can revive me from my decisions
I saw my self as a murderer
Though they see me as suicidal
It was crucial
The way i slaughtered my own future
I live in regret
Never neglected the ignorance of child play
So i am yet a child to this day
Never overreacting on my mistakes
So there was no need for a change
If life led to nothing than what was the point in tryin
To make a difference? ? ?
Different always seemed to be surrounded by hate
The hate of idolizers who wished they were as brave as you
So i stand fragile and inferior
Opponents hoping to assasinate
Only to end in submission of my actual power
The power i always took for granted
This feeble stadegy was my downfall
And i fell hard hitting my head on every piece of my past
I lay in this bed
Pail
Cold
Weeping
And lifeless..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful and bitter, love the flow of the language and inner life of the poem x