Happiness floats through the air
all around
but does not penetrate
Anguish
embedded in the brain
there is nothing to extricate this
only to blanket
helping to forget
the demon
at the back
but in the peripheral view
it's still there
a patient stalker
waiting for the slip
guard to drop
armor to fall
slithering back in
clouding the thoughts
with its black despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem