you buried your pen
along with your dullness
you preferred to be the keeper of feelings
that couldn't be written
endured the chill of your own
darkness
then you buried yourself
clawing into the soil
like a lost maggot hidden from the
moonlight
soul crawling
to reach a core
grieving next to a
poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My 10 with it. Nice job is done Merc. Love it.