My head screams at me to 'stop',
'Turn around, walk away',
My legs turn to jelly,
Trying to save me from dismay,
I try to call out,
There's nothing but a squeak,
I need find and tell you,
But my body's growing weak,
Lead fills my shoes,
My stomach ties up in knots,
My vision turns blurry,
I see little black dots,
My eyesight returns,
Though just for a while
But I see you're close
You turn around and smile
My knees give way
And I collapse on the floor
You rush over to help me
I just can't take it anymore
My brain screams in my face
My feet resist, don't tread
My stomach shrieks in my ear
As my heart whispers 'Go ahead'...
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I would like to translate this poem
I've just read this beautiful poem of yours. The dialectics between the head and the heart have been beautifully expressed here.