Α wind of change rages
blowing furiously
through the heart's leaves
which hit themselves
back and forth
inside me silently,
though poisonously.
This big silence
amidst the whole turmoil
drives me in madness.
I have never felt
so much insecure,
so much instable.
I fall in a vacuum
and I cannot get up
I do not want to feel
collapsing once more.
The ruthless north wind of time
meets me
freezes me
kills me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem