Trust, fragile as a spider's web,
broken and destroyed with one fail swoop.
The threads scattered afar and blown on the wind.
Disappearing.
Hopes and dreams, scorched and charred,
as flames of hate lick at them.
So brittle and easy to ruin.
A life, ruined by foolishness,
reckless abandon.
A soul, ripped apart, a body brought to its knees,
as the lies flowed, like a river of darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem