i don't write about mornings
that need a description of sunshine
i am never a participant
of brightness
i am locked in the dark
hatching the right time
trying to make sense of isolation
i don't mind being lonely
loneliness is my creation
where i aim
it fires
that is my message
to this world that turns itself upside down
i say no
damn it
i want to remain upright
Why don't you read my plea to Ismael the Archer in Jesus Christ Calls the Muslim, or War & Peace: Peniel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
10 for this poem. Last three lines are lovely.