Where is the boy you left behind
his hope and death no pity find
Inaugurbility, so blind
of twisted fate and shattered spine
Was it I?
Oh barely conscious beast
who in my waking moments
claimed such flesh feast?
And in blinding light
thought myself the boy,
had I might?
When truth is away
can lies save the day?
Or am I bound
by vines in storm
Eaten by the little boy
so while he holds his form
I, beast oh like a loyal hound
Taint his mind round and round?
Little boy, little rock
Be firm and hold stable
All the dear ones.
Cast your soul to stone
Be impenetrable
Invulnerable
Only to fight time
grinding wearing scarring you
sand on the wind.
Damn you beast!
Raging for love,
loving rage
Righteous as far as sight
so don't lose sight at all
or you'll be completely lost
And destroy all that you fought for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem