As these grey clouds come to surround me.
To choke the life out of me.
I've come to realize with a knife I can cut right through.
Cover my mouth and keep moving.
Hold my breath if only for a moment I stop breathing.
Why did they come?
Why do they want what I have?
Shark infested waters.
All I can see is their dorsal fins.
But I still know they are there.
Waiting for the right moment to strike.
I can not help but to want to stab them with a pike.
An urge resisted, and avoided.
Thoughts of this now completely devoid.
An emptying of a trashcan not quite yet filled.
Never the less it is enough.
That I must no longer wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem