I had a dream of fear and doubt,
With death around the corner
My hands were tied, my shackled feet
Were heavy with despair
My instinct told me I would die,
My hope was always fleeting
There was no end to all the noise
The scythe was at my neck
Yet, even still, I could not fold,
Not while my heart kept beating
There seemed to be in me, a flame
That licked at my spent soul
You’re not a man, but Man, it said
Though none can even tell,
Because you have no room for Me,
No place for me to dwell
And so forever you all shall be,
Unless you find divinity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem