Swimming through the deep
Empty space that comsumes
Our every day life
Some don’t even have
The slightest idea
She escapes through
The inhale of poison
only looking
For comfort
In all the wrong places
Another in the arms
Of someone
She knew so well
Or so she thought…
Yearning for only
Again the innocence
Of “will you marry me”
On the recess playground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem