The worst is, when the darkness surrounds you
and it takes over your visual power
when the creatures of the night grabs your fragile skin
and scratch it to blood
The worst is the material passion and weakness
which gradual locks our souls
they say we are in the land of the free
whoever told you that is your enemy
The worst is that we had to write this
and know that this is the truth
That’s the worst for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem