my chest is swollen
like my lungs are almost bursting
like I'm only alive because my shoelaces are untied
and they beat on the ground
while the snowflakes whisper a rebuttal against my steps.
is this the end?
the dust motes swirl around me noiselessly creating diamond patterns
in the smooth silver light.
my chest unswells
like a spoiled child who hurriedly tries to grasp the balloon which deflates
and simply
floats
away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent imagery.So vivid