Can you see the upheaval?
A barely controlled chaos...
Sending waves and waves of self-inflicted torment
I doubt you could hear my whispers cut me to the heart
Your acknowledgement could soothes my rough edges
But your frost trembled my stubbornness
An decision seemingly a gamble
Would it pay off in spades, I wondered
The conjured enticing scenarios
Where resistance is deemed futile
I imagined with absurd audacity
The alluring thoughts could replace eternity
I hated the fact that
Only you could give credence to such possibilities
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem