dropping
a hundred feet
down -
a shattering impact,
leaving nothing intact
of a poem misread,
nothing can be as bad.
doors bang shut,
all hopes cut but -
words can’t be putted
around like that,
nothing exists
without a feel for it.
it’s never about
kicking around
or to understand,
so don’t fool yourself.
stop looking but,
start reading and -
feel, not find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem