Haunted shadows on my back,
Each of steps too dark to track,
Left alone with one lost sight,
Pulled to ground without a fight.
Again the veins, they call for blood,
Not a single tear from god,
Divine, the glimpse, the fall,
Left alone with one lost call...
Endured the blows that I could hear,
And yet the scars of mine still sear,
Vast the void, too strong the fear,
End for me... this end is near...
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I would like to translate this poem
Not a single tear from god, Divine, the glimpse, the fall, Left alone with one lost call... crucil expressions of pain.....and the sense of being lost...... a fine poem.. thaqnk u dear poet. tony