You sit around my neck
Not as a demon or angel,
but wearing Abercrombie and American Eagle.
You rip at my spine,
Pulling like a typhoon does a bridge
As the crickets try to lullaby me away.
But I found an ointment
called Wisdom, with it
I pull you away,
Put you on my right shoulder.
Welcome home!
You no longer hurt me:
You coach
on that wild sport called Life
Instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be careful sometimes the right is wrong.