The adrenaline
Of the thought
That consumes my mind.
The only thing
Unknown
Is when?
When will it…
Happen?
Dangerous is
The unknown
Nervously
Anticipating
The unknown
That will trap me
In its mind.
Enclosed
There’s no way back
The deeds been done.
A murderer
I’ve become
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem