Feel the crush and chant
Lathering the brain
The nightwind slows its dance
Which drove the day insane
Rawness roams at night
Resentments incubate
They spray my wound of slight
That you can`t manipulate
Wake to a sordid smear
From the languid drool of sleep
The speed of dark so far, so near
The ache of you, so deep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem