While silently screaming I walked away,
I didn’t want to be there, I couldn’t.
While everything was lifeless,
They all spoke noiseless noise.
She caused a ravine in my heart,
Soon to double the Grand Canyon,
And fill with the sodden tears I cry
Tears of pain, tears like rain,
Tears of blood, Tears filled with regret.
I was on the forlorn road
Gone astray from the world,
My life strapped to my bike,
My life repressed by my memories.
Scars that remind me where I was,
Scars that tell me where I am,
Scars that foretell where I am going.
My relief is by the alcohol that I drink,
My alienation is by its corrupting hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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