You
hunted
me like a
desire in storm
with your ambition for all to showcase.
I took flight for a reason beyond what
distance I went
not looking
where I
am.
Then
you grabbed
me short of
breath, panting in
desperation like a hopeless lost child.
I fell to the ground without a prayer
with bended knees
knowing that
all is
lost.
Then
I woke
hearing a voice
and thought I was
hallucinating as if in a dream.
The pack was around me in conference
with the leader
holding me
with a
smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a dream experience? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?