when my heart does
it bleed on resentment
I resent having ever borne
this heir I take in
that I better known
yet as chills me
that I have frontal
lobes that are damaging
and, but, still remember
whereas is left of hatting
madly I strike at the air
that fill my whereabouts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, keep it up Tajma