slowly beating
gasping for air
you've blown me away
and you're not even there
my heart races
then slows down
as i hear each footstep
thudding on the ground
i know it's coming
i can feel you at the door
and i want to scream
say, 'please, no more'
but yours they degrade me
as if i were not seven
and i keep begging to God
'please Lord, take me away to heaven.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have moments when we have to confront people or events we would rather avoid. I felt the anxiety. Well done.