It could drive you mad.
Sitting alone in a dark room
with nothing but whispering thoughts,
spinning webs in your mind.
Time is passing
And each second brings you closer
to the sound of screaming chimes
when the clock strikes another hour.
You sit alone
In quietus
You sit alone
And hold your breath
The peace becomes you,
But spreads you thin
And the silence is like a strain.
You hold time,
Instead of passing it by
And it drains you.
It shows
with each line on your face.
Like maintaining at attitude
that doesn't fit your mind.
You let life ebb away from you
in trying to hold it close to your chest.
Take more of what kills you
In solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem