Folding in to convention,
Sealed in creases of acceptance,
Maligned and misled
By the false promises
Of a stolen heart,
We chase the white whale
Of validation
Into waters of denial,
"Fury…the rallying cry
of our vengeful spirit
Hate…the jilted lover
of our fated selves"
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem