Sit in a corner balled up knees in my chest,
Eyes closed tightly scared and stressed.
Arms shaking tears falling onto the cold ground,
Angry arises from the facts that I found.
I sit here contemplating the events occurred,
Still not believing what I have heard.
My blood starting to boil frustration overwhelmed,
The emotion I have I could have killed.
I sit here pulling my hair fingers entwined,
With anger and sadness mixed combined.
My emotions skyrocket yet I cannot move,
To be tuff I can get it together I can prove.
I sit here light up a cigarette trying to calm down,
Touching my face trying to erase this frown.
Drying my tears and breathing in and out,
You notice my tears and ask what its about.
I smile and say nothing dust in the air,
I swallow don’t pick up the despair.
To you there is nothing to say.
Another bullet dodged I walk away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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