I was of a wild kind
When swift impulses
At odd hours gripped my mind
I lived in my past
With a black heart and
Famished body I kind of got lost
Like an old tree with
Lean and dry branches from
Storm could not save itself free
Dangerous moments
Of the past slipped into me
As a poisonous worm to torment
Time is leaving mind
I should go to enjoy my final
Sleep dropping the soul behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem