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hatred invades me slowly
like a room full of water
with the slowness of an inquisitor
the october sun cuts strips off me
I lay traps for myself
the satisfaction of skin well stitched
I've waited patiently
for the disaster to happen
and it happened
I am a crow with eyes gouged out
I peck at myself mercilessly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and elegantly crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. A good depiction of the self destructive effects of hatred written with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Domnica.