Make me forget for a while,
that I'm not anyone at all.
That only a small shrewd smile,
would alleviate this fall.
Down down the rabbit hole we go,
to a world we made up inside our minds,
and yet still you keep me mindful,
of everything I've left behind.
Laughter and lies, books bound endless
pages torn wrapped around all the sounds and visuals
streaming across an empty room.
And you fall,
in the midst of it all
but it keeps going.
Without a push,
without a command,
like a rock
slowly turning into sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are an amazing writer. I love all your poems. Can you read mine, please?