Solace isn't something that comes so naturally.
I'm searching for something cathartic.
Knowing myself will keep me at bay.
tearing down that which gives me peace.
I don't deserve it.
I can't bare to have it taken from me.
Infecting beautiful things, simply for want.
self medicated distractions from my internal poison.
At-least I know now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem