I have walked through woods of terror
I’ve felt the sadist Ivy
Constrict me with endeavors.
I’ve watched the moonlight die
With a dawn absent behind me,
I’ve bid each sparrow swift goodbye.
I have felt a howling heat
Penetrate the canopy
Of trees where I rest beneath.
I’ve slept cold, longed to be dead-
When suddenly a stark screech
Rose me from my deepest dread.
If for these cases, dreams are better-
I have walked through woods of terror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem