My days fill me with memories I grow to regret, and just that thought makes the sky bend
Like ink from a broken pen unannounced staining what was once clean
My life is plagued by a darkness that can't be risen
Words I can't say fill my lungs with water and I choke
Lost in my brains own metaphorical prison; momentarily unavailable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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