If this is how I'm meant to die
let it happen now
Before harsh realities and tainted memories
consume me
Entangled in mornings empty arms
once again
changed forever
no souveniers
no hushed words from lofty bar stools
no kisses
dissapating in the air like smoke rings
I long for absolution
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem