The shards of
glass
From my shattered
spirit
Push outward through my
skin.
My dreams bleed from
the
Pulsing red
wounds.
I grope for truth while
God
Shakes his head and
Weeps.
He wants me to wander
Out of the forest
But I keep
Waltzing around in circles
Bleeding to death in the
Dancing
rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem