The dreams that feel like reality, they hold a tight grip
on my soul, strengthening as the words i fear are said,
never ending, so real that i feel the touch, but others have me
so happy untill i am dragged back into this world,
i weep every morning followed by a utter of sadness,
to have to go through it all, every night. kills me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem