In the isolated eerie dunes
of an uncharted desert,
a lonely young girl sits
isolated in a glass spiderweb
that hums with the white noise
of life support
and constant diagnostics.
She brushes away tears, and strands
of cornsilk blonde hair.
Idly playing with rag dolls while she
waits to be freed.
Little do they know
the sinister intent that waits alongside her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, like it.