My shaky legs carry me in.
The forest gets darker.
The wind gets colder.
The snow gets deeper.
The cold air hurts my lungs.
My tears freeze on my face.
I can’t feel my hands,
my arms,
my lips.
Fate pulls me near.
I hear lights.
I smell hate.
I see shattered life.
I’m in hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem