Raging winds
Oblivious to the silence that forms
At the core
A collector
Hoarding the misery that exposes
The flesh
The reality
The illusion
Swirling, twirling until none is recognizable as truth
Dreams; nightmares; hope; despair
all become one
until only a faceless image remains
Thrown by the Rage
a ring in the ear like laughter…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem