i turn away from the bright lights before me
so long i have been in the dark.
its hard to bring myself to look,
to hope, dream, to love..
where there once were fireworks,
sparkles and shimmering lights
theres now a thick, cold iron case.
protecting me from bullets and pain.
untouchable; unbreakable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem