Venomous
Unstable
I, feel being a willow, a hay, a cork, a dandelion
And…
Every word, wind and wave takes me for a ride
Inspired.
Even the viper, in a poem, with sleaziness that
Vibrates.
So…
Today?
Am I a venomous snake with large hinged fangs?
Do I bite and tear the flesh of someone’s souls?
Am I the most spiteful, treacherous person?
Or,
Am I the prey…for ‘all the above’?
(Torn by long pointed tooth; fang)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem