she sits on the corner
of the tub
with her face in her hands
her withered body
in tumoil
the glass still hot
from the flame induced heat
the liquid hardens
she blows
the genie outta the lamp
her life stands still
her future faded
no life for the user
no time to greive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there's still life.............believes me........