Critiqued by phantoms
who dare not show their face,
I view their words of silence.
and fear not disgrace.
Weaned by negativity
in a desperate low,
I contest with strength
though weak my body grows.
The cowardly that hide
are shallower than I,
and will cower in deep secret
until their spirit dies.
Waf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
slightly vengeful but poetic and calm- we've all felt this way a bit but to write a poem about it is pacifying
I didn’t know if to print this piece.It took courage. Regards. Sally.