As if, one night we’ll meet again
to sort, to build, to curse;
as if, it’ll be the same
all over again!
The darkness returns every night;
the same bystanders
the same cravings
the same obsessions
yet drifted faraway
we battle hard, the two of us
to tear apart the bending claws:
biting our lonely ecstasies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The night is long, The hours tick by, Yet night to day turns fast So hang on my friend, a wee bit longer In the light awaits your trust.