The Eye Poem by Selam Asefa

The bitter into my illusion path that breaks the vase of my existence,
What is the broken tear, without the glimpse of the mirror shatter,
The broken heart, tearing into the wolf eyes of hope and pain.
For the next few years of looking at the eye of the wolfs pack.
The sour of the pain, hitting the hello eco through the forest of the noise,
The tears of the river through the eyes of the wolf, the shadow of pain
Where is the noise of the tear, without the ambush of my own existence!
The soul of my own power, demolishing without my own path, burning through my wonder, calling all the chains of my own tile