Like a grasshopper captured in a jar,
Gasping for air I struggle to live to amuse you, the capturer by par.
It’s grueling to see me slowly die but enthralling to observe.
Knowing you’re the reason for my exodus is your reward-the thrill of the slow death is so easy for you to conserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very knicely done indeed 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison