I’m looking forwards, yet seem
to be moving backwards.
The future on the hazy horizon edges
away from me, as I glance over my shoulder
to see my backside meet the floor and fall
through it, down to the Pit, to be with the other arses.
Ok, so I fell off the moving stairs again.
My fault for eyeing those men.
The last thing I need is
you laughing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOL and laughing I am Dan. I am roflmeao Great Poem Love, Melissa