Perfect blue skies
And I'm stuck inside
Listening to the cadence
On the record stutter and
Skip to a stop
It reminds me of
Life stalled.
Mourning too soon
A love lost,
That never was.
Idealistic tremors
Rock perception
Until these roots release
An empty chair remains
While life is pursued
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem