the world goes up and down, all around
left and right, inside, outside, never found
wrung out like a rag til every drop hits the ground
a river of scarlet screaming madness piercing sound
in screaming silence the echoes endlessly pound
tormented souls, tortured hearts in isolation bound
in despair and loneliness the last hope is drowned
lost lives never lived in mere existence crowned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a powerful poem with vivid imagery. Good write.