Broken down, he walks dragging his feet about to fall down. Losing all that’s around him…just slipping away. Then a black hand pulls him to the ground and said “son, I’ll make a deal with you. If you crawl I’ll give you life, but don’t let anyone see you or I’ll lock your soul away.” He falls to the ground leaving the blue skies for the dirty cold path. Creeping about, finally a relief from dragging his worn out feet. He feels happy, but he’s not really on his feet, he was better dragging. Crawling about, being slick and thinking he’s finally got it all, but all he is, is grim. The black hand grabs him by the neck, pulls him close and whispers “I don’t need to take your soul away, you did that by yourself, you fool.”
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I would like to translate this poem
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