I walk through the chaos of the disaster.
Jagged ends threaten me from all directions,
warning me to keep my distance.
Dense fog swirls by,
ensuring I cannot make sense of the chaos.
Just an observer in my mind,
unable to investigate the disaster in my own head.
The locusts feeding on the life that survived,
cutting short my stay.
What could cause such a nightmare to exist,
and why can't I wake from this hell?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem! ! Keep up the good work.