It begins with neglect
And you've hit the floor with bewilderment
Time starts passing and evaporating
Time starts passing in a way where it disappears into nothing
Then a shroud covers the body
Ill willed with animosity
In disbelief of perception
With what's suppose to be awareness
It gets cold from there
Leaving dents in vulnerability
A mark permanent in development
And the body rests eternally
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem