They attack without warning
Crushing me into pieces
It is so agitating
Dealing with these circumstances
Can’t look who’s behind me
Can’t see who it was
Target-locked towards me
Poor lil’ lass
I am standing defenseless
Being stabbed at the back
Despised by a goddess
In a way that’s knack
Capable of being wounded
By someone unseen
Wanted to be buried
By a rival, the assassin…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Sherry. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks