</>All the darkness
in the world
in icy bands
around my soul
Too old to
launch protests
Too tired to fight
-No wars to
wage when
raging against
nothing seems
a waste of time
Still, there's enough
(anger)
left over (for me)
to choke the
life
out of (you)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem