Head is spinning ‘round and around
…can barely make or utter a sound.
What do I see? About thee?
Can’t breathe…let out a heave
Hands do cleave
To the edge of disbelief.
There’s no relief.
When will this end?
The heart on my sleeve
I wore it too low,
Exposed it to foes,
Now I just need to live
My life aglow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem