Of shattered, once-shimmering dreams I speak.
Her heart spread, breath intact. She beckoned and took.
I, unhinged, am simplicity's not.
Quickly realized hatreds brought to me more anger.
This brooding rage.
This intensifying malice shakes my body.
It covers my compassion.
A heightened intention builds from me.
I feel nothing but the desire to scream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem