Things happen in your life
sometimes making you wish
for the scythe.
Leaving you wishing you could defy
the problems that lie
within your soul.
But instead you roll
your problems into a ball
until times call
them out
to travel about
ravaging the things
around them leaving beings
to fend once more for themselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem