In the dark, we are blinded,
With a fear, we live with indecency,
Away from malignant, time is malformed,
I can't lighten up, forget about the sparks,
And this wind is taking us, leaving less our long sighted,
Here we are lost, left our lithography,
I can't see the sky, there are no stars,
All of us devastated, ears hear unappreciated,
May be all failures haven't the same hike,
Hurt the same us all,
And returning to the fact is victorious,
Following the first guide for completion,
Relieving those hearts, no more avowals,
Just have the spears in our hearts, shield against desperation,
Expanding the truth even in that high-rises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written. I sometimes feel this panicky desperation myself. M. Walker.