It is now that I cry
For the road has delivered me
Onto your doorstep 2017
Upon which I kneel
As I give thanks for my deliverance
I can't help but notice suddenly
With desperation and despair
The reflection from
The ground glass glued there.
The breath is sucked from my lungs
And my arrival
Beckons the hangman's loop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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