Slowly, it soaked to my vein
Soothingly, it spreads through my blood
Softly, it shivers down my spine
Scarcely, it stroke to my heart.
Furiously, I struggled out my way
Fearfully yet, I had not a chance
Faithlessly, I dropped to the floor
Feelingly, I tasted my wound.
For no one could know, how fast it came,
And no one could see my deepness pain.
I doubt yet, my life is saved.
‘Cause my stupidity was insane.
A single drop, ended the day
One small sip, a “good-bye”
Darkness leftover, no illusions
The miraculous gift, poison of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem