If I am what I feel
Then I am a tissue paper,
White and jaded!
Rough hands ripped me out of the closet
Twisting and twirling me,
Shredding me into a million splinters!
I know not, whom to blame
As I get hurled into the abyss
And I resign to grim darkness!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem it's really good piece
Thank you so much!