As these circles I walk
become smaller
I realize how far from my dreams
I really am.
As your father tells you
to be home before dark
I am out
being the kid
your parents told you to stay away from.
I notice
nothing
anymore
but how free I am
now that you're gone.
How free I am
now that I can no longer choose
just one.
And the last cigarette in my pack
stares at me
with some brutal intention.
So I kill it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i don't think this is sad as much as it is defiant. well done, Erica. Jake