Say anything, but say it quietly.
Oh we might as well kill them
They're only going to suffer
Anyway.
In the grey morning watching
Twenty planes overhead
You aren't on any of them
Anyway.
I exfoliate and shed layers
Of dead lives and blink
Back tears. A new Life
Anyway.
If its alright then tell me
But it isn't so just keep
Quiet. It's nobodys know
Anyway
In the morining doubtless
I'lll find twenty new youless
Planes flying straight away
Anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing and well written. I really like this.