Unknown.
Forced into strangled silence
and wheeling around the
futile
diadem of the
gods.
Scorching sun
lash tongues of ash on
weathered
face.
My mind grows
numb.
My mind grows numb and
reality slips into
what is and what
is not,
blackened hole in my
soul.
Unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem