The blade turned in hand
Catching light and reflection
Sorrowful eyes stare deep
A broken look if ever
Tears betray the silence
A suicidal shout felt
The slow turning knife
Creates a kaleidoscope
Of thought and feeling
While the blade waits
To taste blood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very intense, eye-opening write about depression and suicide. I agree with Carl, the ending is the most powerful..