Wispering and shouting out at the same time
With dry tongue and rough throat
'God is dead'
Falling asleap at a bench, in the lonely basement, at the staircase
Screaming, but only in my head
'God is dead'
Waked few minuts later, mother is bearing me, up in bed
Laying, crying.
'God is dead'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I study, no time for job right now. This is about the time in my life, when I realized, that there were no God to save me no matter how much I prayed. Your offensive is totally unfounded. This is just a Little piece of my life as a grown up seven year old girl.