Rolling in the mist of shame
For my hand starts to shake.
Death is now rising
And spirit is binding.
My heart is pounding
thunder sounding.
Rain pours like
blood running in my veins.
Bones shattering
Teeth clattering.
My soul is splitting
My heart is lingering.
Rolling in the mist of shame
For my hand starts to shake.
And my heart is pounding
Like a thunderous storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem