There's a desire we need to escape from.
To run from what we've become.
The head's clouded by the need for passion.
An affliction the heart wants to put in motion.
Do we stand by love or run to lust.
Now the soul has lost any matter of trust.
Someone has reached me from the inside.
The hearts exclusive but why does it
hurt to be denied. Now it's back to where
I was before, alone asking myself why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem