Like steam in a dark room, there's a feeling inside
A feeling that feels like it's trying to hide
A feeling that's awkward in the back of the room
A feeling that breaks and sticks in shards in my gloom
A feeling that feels like the darkened clouds in the sky
A feeling that's black like coal in my eye
There's a dent in my mind, like the feeling in its womb
There's a feeling inside, like steam in a dark room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its rhythmic.Lots of feelings pass through the mind when we cannot view anything, but its equally hard to get hold of one or two and depict it.That's where your poem comes into play.A nice read.