Flight of the dead
In his mind the world at his feet
Everything appearing sweet
He made promises to deliver
Spent sleepless nights in the river
Trying to swim out of promises
All ventures turning to crisisses
Insomnia played him at night
He watched the sun bring new light
In his mind demons roamed free
Friends he could no longer see
His freenemies became enemies
Mum and dad his nemeses
When all was said and done
He could no longer face any one
He wanted to take flight
To go forever out of sight
He took the turn
Point of no return
He took the flight of no return
Flight of the dead
He died
They cried
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I would like to translate this poem
In his mind the world at his feet Everything appearing sweet He made promises to deliver Then forgot it forever Spent sleepless nights in the river Blaming the one who waited forever.