Standing in house
His eyes blood shot eyes,
Looking at his hands,
They are bloody,
What has he just done?
Quickly running, he trips
The blood now spreads
He gets up, bathroom
Washes his hands, scrubbing
He changes his clothes, new
Rushing out the door
Forgetting about the mess on the floor,
He goes to a nearby bar,
There he sees a pretty lady,
He walks toward her,
He starts to sweat,
Starring, he asks for 2 drinks,
The bartender gives him them,
He then pushes one toward her
She turns and smiles, accepting
Taking the drink and his hand, dancing
Finally they leave,
Back at their houses,
They pack,
There are tickets,
Taking their things,
Hiding themselves,
Boarding a big ship
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For those readers who don't know, this poem corresponds to my poem, The Man, in a different point of view.