Another irksome day in this chapter of mine
With nothing but converging thoughts
Frisking me into abstinence.
Things seem to be a bungled mess
While a runny overwhelming fever
Flowing swiftly into the drab cavern.
A distinct memory of an ended euphory
A poignant meet with the subtle reality
Triggering shudder beneath the shelved hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem