Scratching away at the seem to be endless layers with fingers blistering over. The pain is it real?
Or I can no longer tell, I've been at it for far too long so long I've gone numb in the hands.
Gasping at every layer that I manage to break through, clawing away and away faster and faster in hopes of defeating this relentlessness of trials and tribulations just to be humbled by the hail of layers that slam down to replace thoughts I had just peeled away. I scream with bloody hands to the heavens being knocked down trying not to be broken or crack.
These layers of eternity keep on falling despite my best efforts but I will keep on clawing away without holding back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem