Startled, by this trembling pound.
Standing, my feet planted on the ground.
But my world slipping six feet below my soles -
cannot make sense of the decisions I choose.
Speaking of souls, it’s knocking around my frame.
Fueling the fire, feeding life to this pain.
I feel emptiness, and lifeless; and so so bad.
I am soulless, and spineless; and so so sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good work. the strong beat and rhyme in the couplets really give bang to your poweful statements! thanks