things are running wild and not in what you wish them
all to be
some are running against you
and some are exploding before your very face
indistinguishable
untouchable
ugly and not worth the watch
you feel that there are storms coming inside your chest
you wait
what for? you are one that seeks self-destruction
you wait
for another explosion to include your whole being
lost and never found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem