Life in a way is like a disease
that starts with ease
until the breeze it was turns into a gust
of abuse, misuse, untruth and untrust
that turns into a torrent of wind
that rips apart things you attempt to mend
and pretend never existed
but the more one resisted
the stronger it twisted
until it ripped everything apart
leaving room for yet another to start
paving his path into life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem