I’m late- “Come in,
The party’s in full swing.”
All heads hung limp,
Nodding on springs-
Eyes rolled back,
And wrists unhinged.
Resist the flow,
Resist the flow-
The stinging pain that
Grows and grows,
Resist the urge to leave alone,
The burning sensation
Deep within your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem