Tearing apart life, rending it from it's fabric,
introducing latent desires of death's cohesive
insistence.
Wallowing along paths of denigrated beatitudes
as people cross without a glance over their
coldened shoulders.
Satisfying inner qualms of reassigned appraisal
as moments of quiet silence pile higher in a
mind of peaceful existence on the verge of non-
existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem