Confused ambulations arise to mind
Fed by an unknown sustenance.
Dread and anguish together dined
Over a feast of bitter reluctance.
Together fastened sense and struggle
Brothers of the same dying mother.
Here is the pain and the rush that follows
Fading from black to black gallows
Near the end a fiend sits grinning
While all the rest are left wringing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem