Warrior Poet…
Son of the raging
Tiger
Provoked
By the scent
Of anticipation
Roaming
In the abyss
Of all excuse
Preying
On all wasted time
And wasted lies
Stalking
The foreign crevices
Of each denial
Devouring
In the end
—what you fear the most
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem