I had them all-
the dreams.
the same ones
everyone has...
The pristine meadow
transformed into
something sinister
the Chase- being
pursued by something
that could cause
sudden blindness just by
turning around and
looking upon its face.
my Fears, manifest-
I understand how it works
Then there was the other-
the dream we shared,
steeped in reality;
so beautiful it made me cry
Changed forever
for the worsemade grotesque and too
terrible to ponder
on the day you
turned into something
less than human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem