he thought the head he gave
would have me razzle-dazzled
like the others
he thought the head he gave
would make my mind frazzled
when he ghosted
he thought the head he gave
would be all he needed to kill
my spirit one day
pseudo-certainty of remaining
a trigger for my doubt lifted him
let's hope someone comes for him
and changes the flickering bulb;
that dull, dull light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem