My mind ties my screaming heart.
As it strives to break out,
Ohh, but the second it saw his leer—
It snaps with a thrash,
Fierce as a deer.
It sprints barefoot on boma, huffing,
Blind to the blood it leaves behind,
Just to embrace pleading As its arms thrown wide
Halfway through, yet
It trips by a full-stop
thrown by the Senet,
As if the heavens thonself, they klop
They topple, the board,
Sneering at its creed.
As it sees his diverged scrim—
Ohh, poor pitiful bosom.
His gaze was not on me
but, her.
Stabbed by the truth,
it sinks into the chain,
Dragging itself, back to its tollbooth,
so it won't dare run again. this is the final version
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem