she had said in vain
no longer interact with those like her
that draw your heart
in the materialism of lies
cause you to walk
in sleep
and the sensitive pulse
hunted by the heavy and viscous pulse
is getting sick
like a fish in the nets
of vice
now her heart was hurt
seeing through his eyes
that world
of direct harassment
which she had hardly escaped
you do not see that they use you
to get to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem