The piercing, chriping was present again, in
the aural chambers of my mind
And in the blurred periphery of my vision
the demons reached toward me, to touch
me, to tear at me
Then in my feeble condition, I began running,
running thru the unknown with my burden
Driven by the sheer momentum of frenzy
and will, into the shadow of death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem