I stand here alone,
looking back down the road I came here on
Its pictures like sunlight and stars
reflected off the water of a lake
or the e-coli filled gutter water
It is a gift to see everything gone wrong
and talk about these things
to every other broken heart in every other world
it is an infinity of tragic stories
for each one a single tear shed
for the loss of everything beloved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem