A disease that devours
All surety in oneself
And mercilessly leaves behind
A lethal mass of doubt
An illness that begins
At the heart of the spirit
Weakening it to the point
Of futile surrender
An ailment that attacks
The rythmatic beat of belief
Ceasing its determined strife
Killing one’s inner self
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wowzers that deep... yes ^_^ i like this one. hey look at mine will u?