An arrow from the darkness…
rejection finds its mark
The sharpened edge of jealousy,
its point straight through the heart
The bow retracts in shamefulness,
its string left slack and loose
One shot was made, a cursed fate
—the devil laughs anew
(Dreamsleep: February,2020)
A beautiful piece with poetic excellence. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nicely composed poem. Interesting