THE GHOST OF HATE (existence)
On ‘you’- on the other side of the speculum
It’s me, its you, it’s being
He looks and loathes, then lips then lies
On the corner of his face
He makes a wry smile
Churning truth and trick
Clinging onto the clear with an opaque bloodiness
Drifting to and from both ends of his wits
To capture in a foil
Pure plight and pursuit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly said on the hood winked people in UK and their acts.Well done..