THEY WILL COME
They will come to demystify us
so plainly willing to defy our future collapse
they will slowly plant triggers on our garden flowers
and we will step on mines made of love and antagonism
They will agonize us to the point that we can start laughing
this was not madness my dear, that was crossing the borders
we definitely do not deserve those paralytic rules
but stick a bone back to your tortuous spine
and your laughter shall be shattered
your laughter will resist
contra to your madness
But see, the paintings on the wall depict the withering of the camellias
Yours, your mind, your soul, shall never be yours
You are only inflicting ignitions of talentless creepers
They way they scale till your burning kitchen, the way they fight back and then they wither
We are not creepers, we are not plants, we are not trees
We are not nature
Nature was burnt long ago
You and I are possibilities
Soon they shall come
To defy even them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting to read your muse..well done..