What if I told you
Everything I was afraid of,
Is happening and a way out I can't find
In a dungeon, helpless and hope I hang on
Love for new and peace in this chaos I crave
Insufficiency a knife piercing through my
Instestines, yet giving up I can't, mercy I beg
Moments, envisioned, outcome so sore
Indifferent me I yearn for, and I
Lost in my head, life I live not, pain,
A norm now habitual, in it not much
My reservoir of thoughts dry,
Tearful my heart seems
And a prayer I make, a request I present
Save me, put of my misery I can,
Uncertainty has served me right
This red pill I hold
In it I'm free
@ggeorge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem