I'm lifting my eyes from the cold concrete.
Rising over the horizon like the sunlight.
Cruising altitude has been obtained.
Don't dropp me now.
I'm going home.
Burning up on reentry.
I feel something shifting.
There's a change being made.
The fire washes away that which was.
I'm numb to the flames.
Loss of feeling.
Loss of life.
Loss of self.
I should have seen it coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem