I’m walking in a dark alley.
Can’t even look eye to eye at my solution.
I see markings in the walls- and in my heart I know
they were there for me.
I feel bits and pieces of my past returning to me.
I stare into the wall and see my mother smiling,
holding her newborn son; me.
I see the clouds and a dreary day cover my past.
Also under the cloud moans a sad girl,
the one I was once part of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem