Do walk past me dude
just how you met me mute
'tis how best to spend a day
after a smash to fragment like clay
i pray, spare me this last air
and let my eyes at the sky stare
'tis the best way to let go
the memory of the last blow
if you still insist to know
then i will only let it show
i am just a boy who poured his heart
into a jug that broke apart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem