The smell of flowers overwhelmed my nose
My head started pounding
My stomach began to hurt
and my heart began to ache
What a dumb holiday
I said to myself in revulsion
I pushed the need to cry deep into the back of my mind
I pretended it wasn't real
frustration clouded my thought process
anger began to take over
Fear was the route I would casually take, reading scary stories and such
But right now I couldn't control it
I didn't want to
All of the thoughts clashed together
And I was left numb
So I only had one lat thing to turn to...
and it was fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem