To fill the empty
Curl…deny it
From claiming the space
To mask the pang
Don’t cringe
Heave in a demeanor of Zen
Go about the
Circumstance- ignore the Martian
Voices in your midst
But pay no heed...
The creeping urge to devour
Every one you’re with
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem