Silent whispers weep.
My wrists are cut.
My heart is wounded.
My veins bleed.
Still, you refuse to see.
My eyes burns.
There is no time to turn.
I am torn.
My tears are free.
Why was I born.
I am falling.
I fell.
I struggle to stand.
I am on a battleground.
Dead is my land.
I am lost.
Lust is what I found.
My blood is drying.
I only see dunes.
I stare into the mirror.
The glass is cracked.
The frame is on fire.
Leaking sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem