An earthly form cannot be trusted,
And I die in vain
Defeated once again.
If I live to see the break of dawn,
Have I enough blood to display my embarrassment?
Enough strength to raise my hands in surrender?
Sanity, not to hear the winged sing?
And as this dream crumbles disproving existence
Of time and space, of love, and its absence,
And light breaks through my delusions and fears,
Another case opens.
Once again a new world rise up to me,
And like a baby, I've forgiven, or perhaps, forgotten
How i hated being in this dream.
I get into it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem