Rough is this coat i wear soiled and torn from to many falls.
A cold shadow casts me forward as a flame consumes the wick.
This numb existence i possess stares at reckless abandon because.
Of to many choices ignored while being delivered mistakes picked.
A street light in the distance my old friend always leading the way.
To the next disappointment certainly waiting its turn to tare at my coat.
Hollowed eyed and with empty stare i proceed to my continuing decay.
Reassured of the only outcome available will be good at best remote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem