I don't remeber how i got here,
But l see a road before me.
as l keep on running further,
l feel someone chasing me.
what do l do? How did I get here?
During the chase l looked down at myself
And that was when the horror started.
I was covered in blood,
but l couldn't stop the adrenaline rush.
l cant stop running, i am being chased,
lts too much.
as l wondered when will this facade end,
l somehow stumbled and fell.
and l fell into an endless pit,
l kept on falling till l hit the rock bottom.
and when l hit the ground, l woke up,
as the famililar comfort of my house dawned
l confirmed it was all a dream
but when l realised l was still covered in blood,
l knew it would now be a nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The nightmare is rendered poetically, and it is chilling.