I want to show you all of me,
I want to give you letters.
Spell it out so all can read,
to the paper I'm the debter.
Fill its space with paragraphs,
a sentence to the widow.
To fall upon and cry out loud,
while laughing at the sitters.
Drowning in the waters salt,
just below the ankles.
Sounds of fury in the air,
blood eyes blinded by me.
Few will ever understand,
where I'm at and how to find me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Few will ever understand, where I'm at and how to find me. ' ...I think you just read my mind! ! ! ! ....