I was left shaking my head in disbelief, was shock of what was happening to me. Trying my best to stomach the fact of what I was told started to make me sick it zapped the energy right out of my body, that mentally Clarence couldn't move. And I stood there for sometime wishing that I could birth a clue....... But still nothing, nothing nothing! ! ! ! what do you do? when faced with tragic news that leave you in a paralyze state of mind rap around you like yellow tape. And the crime has been committee and your love one is dead in it, with a flowing river of redness with a silent voice crying out aloud to say that I'm SORRY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem