Your words are venom
a slow poison that
eats away at the soul
You judge those
you don't even know
you tear other down
and use their broken pieces
to build your pedestal
You should be careful
the pieces are weak
already so small
too broken to carry
you for long
and when they crumble
and you collapse among
the ruins you created
No one will be there
to help you up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem