It dangles
In front of
My eager eyes.
A reward,
A gift,
No compromise.
An immediate
Pleasure-
I am stealing from
No one,
I am buying
From no
Businessman-
Just joy given
By God's willing hands.
I clench my jaw
Around the prize-
When, too late,
I discovered it
Was a fake,
A hook of sorts-
Bringing me
Upwards-
Into terror,
Within this
Frozen silence,
I see white light-
And my fatal error.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A little bit of a sign from the after life after a bad mistake. Interesting a good write