Drone nights where poetry suckles sanity
A refuge for neuro transmitters
Pathways away from Borg circles
Some of us are small against our malice
The dainty yellow flowers
Dreams beyond the black and white
No guilt between your Paris thighs
Self confidence with its endless maze
Who am I except another pirate
Ships that rob your anti depressants
We are skeletons of resistance
Your love must choose who is true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem