Now, the wasp's hives
we threw sand at
Disgusted they are
towards us all
Stung me one day, over and over
Finally fallen, on the brinch of giving up
And I always thought that I was hard to shake
my foundation once were naturaly firm
But it was erosion slowly eating me from below
Just like my teeth, the carries were hard to spot in my soul
The number of them has grown at such large amount
that I'm starting to crumble
Now I am at a state wich is between sleep and soberty
How can you wake up, when you're already awake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderful poetry! I love the imagery you put in here and the metaphors too.