Tossing and turning,
even though I'm awake,
my mind held at bay,
trying to anticipate
the fury and anger as
it roars through my system.
Taking sanity and playing
Russian roulette with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes these are times where the game of Russian Roulette seems tempting to more than a few. and where sanity is as never before fragil and slippery.. You expressed this very distressing feeling ever so well., I started getting the jitters, I swear! !