My body shakes with every blow
The impact throwing me to and fro
My head pounds against the ground
With no help to be found
People simple pass me by
Nobody ever asks me why
My body shakes with every thump
Why my head hurts with every bump
And when these questions come to around
I'll be nowhere to be found
because by then I'll be gone
In the meadow of the fawn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
. Nice rhythm to the poem. Liked the title. My favorite line is: My body shakes with every thump.