To dream of gauging out fingers
From their unholy sockets
Is the reality of the burdened.
Flinching at the slightest movements,
Slamming eyelids together when
Grazed by the teeth of hounds.
A day is too gloomy when shared
With ones that would touch
Without the slightest bit of feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem