I hate to look into his eyes,
watery pools of revulsion
A dark abyss in a tempestuous sea.
They pierced and torn.
they scorn and hated,
Emotionless, somewhat like the dead.
I fear his eyes- not his words but his eyes.
They stare down and spoke a language of blind emotions.
He struck, I recoil.
Emasculated, i looked,
i hate to look into his eyes
- i saw me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark and powerful good stuff