I start to shake,
from my head to my toes
Tears fall from my eyes
and then to my nose,
I start to enter
the big metal gates,
Knowing too well
what terror awaits,
The calling of names,
is how it will start,
Then throwing of stones,
aimed at my heart,
Like shadows that creep,
from the darkness of skies,
My enemy surrounds me,
like a yard full of flies,
One day i'll be stronger,
i will open a dark hole,
Then hell and damnation,
will take away your soul,
Every day you awake,
i'll make you see,
all of the pain,
you gave to me,
I'll ruin your life,
you will never be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bridgid, I like the way the poem developed. Initially spelling out victim but then shifting to a state of vengeance. Great buildup and powerfully written! ! Brian