With age
Quickly creeping
Upon them
Human beings try to run away
But they get caught every time
Feeble and fragile
They become
Skeletons
Ghostlike
Afraid of the wind
That they might be
Suddenly
Blown away
But weighted down
By heavy fears
That become monsters
Chasing them
Swiftly into the morbid darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem