Developing attitudes of confusion, toting them about,
being disillusioned throughout the day.
Bruised beyond comprehension, startled into a reverie
of desperate measures to be taken.
Rising, trembling, cavorting with destiny, walking the
line with ebony death at your side, failing to recognize
that tribulations of life have almost ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem