You warned me
not to overfill
my cup.
You told me
how life can spill
and drain the cup dry,
yet still I imbibed,
pouring darkness
like hundred-proof light.
My feet flashed like lightning
setting fire
to the innocent world
suddenly I stumbled.
Seeing you come
down the narrow lane
I crawled in sorrow
into your open arms
once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem