The mind goes white
my eyes go down,
This sudden flush
consumes me...
Heat, cold, wet
all overtaking every inch
of my being.
I want to run from this
but I am cornered,
waiting for 'it' to leave.
I can't breathe.
2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
kim, like the poem, you and i have almost the same style...................