Untitled Poem by Elizabeth Leung
Untitled
trapped in a dream
and four grey walls.
watching the condensation of my breath
on the cold cold glass
the bare bare land across
a pitiful sight
of starving deers
and withered trees
working on dream-to-life translation
struggling with what's real
what's not
echoes of strange sounds
dangling in mid-air
as the clock strikes at 4
they crush to the floor horribly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/19/2024 12:30:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
horribly is still in my chest, i read this poem because i have a poem with the same title, i am so glad that i did, all i can say is wow.