Rocking and capsizing the boat, holding life for ransom
and keeping it held in captivity, not wanting me to soar
into the atmosphere.
Why this is happening is not clear, yet something is being
created in a jungle filled with emotions, tangling and
strangulating within it's grasp.
Totally wondering how things are going to become untangled
in the near future, watching as I try to unravel everything,
not touching the frequency of what is culminating within
this empty spirit today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem