Tired and groggy,
i awaken to the suns first light.
I move swiftly, cautiously,
for my fears hold me tight.
To be caught would mean
certain death,
to run, constant shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I rarely grade poems but I gave this one a 10. That's because it deserves it. When a poet uses every word included in the poem to effect. It is a great poem. I'm going to put this on my list as well, to remind me how great a poem can be. Sometimes, when we read a lot of poetry that has no distinction to it, we can forget that. I bow to your achievement. GW62