I spend
more time
now building walls
I am so good
There’s things
I hardly think about at all
‘Til sunlight
drives a chink
through shadows tall
& then I fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whoever gave that a vote of 10 does not understand poetry. I'll keep it there, rather than delet the thing, just to demonstrate the absurdity of voting. Thanks, anyway. Ax