he leaves behind
..a stack of
young
...pregnant
.......girls
........having
.........babies....
mere echoes of
his unconscious self,
crying out his name....
against the rage
that lingers where
his heart should be....
feeding the hunger
that
..devours
.....him
.......from
.........within!
books unopened,
stories never written!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can it be about someone who's dream it was to study and go far in life? But instead had babies, a family life, and no progression?