The hands come under the doorcrack.
The hands creep through the window.
The sunlight doesn't touch me.
The hands come and they touch me.
And I suffer...
Rich in a raw rabidity reality that is reality for many. Thanks for sharing my friend.
The utter helplessness here feels unbearable, especially when the last line is absorbed. A very expressive and interpretive poem, a superb piece to your collection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a bit sad but also good