In the suffocating spaces
Of an unending oblivion
I breathe in pain as I let go
Of the hand of my last dream.
Colossal dawn on the east
Consumed its remnants
The only star of my sky
Got annihilated deceitfully.
A purposeless morning
Climbed over the wasteland
Like an impious wench
Atop a moldering corpse.
An unwelcome breeze
Tainted itself with the stench
Of the fresh kill and lurked
For more like a mean wolf.
The villainous night departed
Leaving me half dead
At the mercy of the savages
Those traumatized me further.
He had shoved the stake too deep
Undead, love flickered in heart
Waiting to be killed by the breath
Of my venomous cold deceiver.
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I would like to translate this poem
Interesting title, the poem builds with tension then ends with a colossal line. Good write.