I fall to my knees and beg for mercy
But then I hear
“You are not worthy”
I scream and shout for my
Sisters
Who are dying from their burning blisters,
I crawl to their sides and kiss them softly
Then I hear
“That will not work”
I felt as if I was beserk
Staring at this horrible being
Who to be slowly foreseeing
My terrible fate which would bring my end.
And turn others around life’s bend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a poignant write Tom...I feel I am there watching on...10+++