I feel so helpless. Washed up on the rocks.
My arms and legs tied behind me...
In a distance there you are, sinking out of my sight.
I flop and wiggle trying to release myself from the fishers net
which purposely captured me.
The devil himself claws at my flesh,
as the evil one's twine tightens up
around my wrists, ankles and throat.
Like a fish on dry land~dry sand.
The wind is knocked out of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem