When the wiring
of the brain,
unravels in this way like a ball of yarn.
There can be no lonelier
place on earth
than your own, malicious mind.
Teasing out its own
self-worthlessness in pain
waging-war against its self-esteem
its own heart and soul
brother, sister, mother, father.
And, one-time friend and lover
they're all of them, voices in your head
but you know you've lost the thread
Once you have wished them all dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very morbid, and detailed. I like this a lot. Great writing.