On foot
It's been a long walk for the both of us
As well as racing through the park
As well as running through the streets
We reach Brookhaven
Where truth and decay are abound
And all around
Manilla folders, files, and papers are strewn, thrown, and lying all over the place
The crazy nurses notice our intrusion
They make a beeline for us
Some carry broken bottles
Some carry pistols
Some carry steel pipes
We race through Brookhaven with our lives intact
Bursting through doors
Flying down the stairs
Racing through the hallways
Running through all the floors
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Justin nice work I enjoyed reading this one