boxes around me
in and out of my smooth skin
looking for a home to rest on
laying on my white bones
crossing my body cells
like the traffic in the road on
the streets out my window
they dont have maps
they know where to go
like they can read my mind
there like world
they fight
it hurts me
walking every step to just
get away from the pain
they causes inside of me
partying drestroying every thing
i had in side of me
left is my hair that
stay waving to bring me back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm introspective...well penned