Spilling blood in the dead of the nights
mind
is easy.
Getting caught is the hard part.
Hate carves a language
where you wilt in its acid tongue
Enemies invade when you least
want them to
reside in your best thought.
Parasites. Bloodsuckers.
Keep clean
the page you write your life on.
Go prepared with light
into the dark tunnel
where you love and hate.
Tomorrow
can be worse than today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem