A cold stab jolts me into existence
The rumpus swells to reach through me
Where it was once painfully stationary
It is now tormentingly mobile
I try to run
It only drives its’ way deeper
Pushing harder against me
The skin hardens to become a landscape – a
disturbed minefield detonating
Turning from the trauma of its’ stroke
I can see its’ quivering façade
A melting pool of betrayal and resentment
To which I can honestly say
You gave me the spark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem