Angry voices
Muted
Through the thin,
Wooden walls
Making my mind
Spin in circles
In turmoil
Making my blood
Run cold
Through my veins
Making me feel
As if
My heart
Were
D
A
N
G
L
I
N
G
On a
Hair-thin
Piece of thread
Over a huge,
Dark
Yawning hole
Only
Just
About
To plunge
Into
Its black
Bottomless
Depths
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the way you write the format of your poems are brilliant