My logical mind is surely dead
Nothing but silence resounds in my head
The heat flows from my face-
I know that I'm all out of place.
(Rotten stumps of memories,
Things that should never be.
While all the time I want to scream
I'm bound to silence and what might have been) .
I run home in freezing air,
Running without a bloody care.
A cruel name resounds from a passing car-
Why?
I dread tomorrow now
Wishing I could die somehow
I'd give anything to just not be disgraced-
Like my displacement from the human race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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