you write something
you choose the words
the feelings are there
oozing
the memories are sticky
flashbacks like
scenes of a
play
you like it at the beginning
crispy and
onion flavored
you take the bite and chew
honestly
at the middle you shake
your head
your chair trembles
something is so wrong
you're impatient
you want to go to the ending
it is very bad
someone dies and people love the
murderer
it is very bad
society hates this kind of story
very unbecoming of
a narrative
but what is important
is just this plain honesty that sometimes
everything can be bad
just bad
and perhaps even so bad
gives you that feeling that you are right
and then
at the end you put a stop to words proclaiming that
a bad ending
can be so beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem