You crawl into the crawlspace desperately reaching up with your trembling hands in hopes of grasping onto the flickering light.
The light is the only thing left that could bring forth the lighter days that once were.
The harshness of heat pouring into the crawlspace causing your frail body to melt away.
You scream and beg for mercy shouting no no no I need the light to stay.
I am not sorry to inform you that your little flicker of hope will do nothing.
Society as it has become and will continue to worsen has succeeded as they darken the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem