Reaching into the atmosphere, trying to hold on to a lifetime of
memories that went astray one day during surgery.
Finally walking upstairs, into doorways of blocked interference.
Washing away the energy just being brought into my heart.
Crying in the night, during every sunset that comes around.
Rapping quickly on the side of every thought, chasing all meaning
into the after-life, where it doesn't belong.
Causing the lopsided beliefs still haranguing me.
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