You see them moving around in the small dark bag like thing,
Your eyes watching every movement that is made,
Every mistake that could possibly be made.
You heart tries to keep beating,
Your eyes fill with tears,
Your face becomes hot and you start to sweat.
No eyes around to see what will become and what will happen,
Your eyes start to itch making it harder to see.
Every step is like wanting to die unwillingly,
Be thrown into the deep depths of the icy water darkens you.
You watch the bag sink until its out of site,
All that can be seen is the bubbles from the lasts breathes the small creatures ever took.
Making you kill those that die unwillingly,
But with pride and peacefulness they go silently and unknown nobody would ever know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another good poem. Keep it up.