'stop.
just. stop.'
the crazy lady screamed
at an intersection of
too busy cars
who drowned her out.
people are all hurting
people, others
and alone in contention
with a sheer
demeanor of
waking up each morning,
looking in the mirror,
and having
regret stare back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem