he walks the streets night
and day, and yells and screams,
take these demons away, so
with a push and with a shove,
he lands in a void, or a black
hole, his legs are quick, his
his eyes are dull, his mind is
lost, in a place he once
called home..
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice David. Yes, I know exactly what you mean.