Blackness pulling me,
sucking in whats left of me.
Feels like hands are reaching-
and tearing me apart
Little by little.
The blackness oozes,
running over me,
so thick like a blanket of smoke-
with no smell.
Thhere is no sound,
just a searing pain as It tears me open-
reaching into a dark chasm-
to find
that I was the blackness all around-
anyways
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice read. It reminded me of cancer.