I have forgotten how to dream;
Past fantasies become fact and
I walk a lonesome soul amongst them.
Liberation becomes harder to recall;
I fear it pairs with the naivety
encompassing this stark world.
I hope that one day
alike a dream,
I shall wake up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Jodie B. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.