it's not that shocking
that melodramatic moment
where the guy goes catatonic
and a breath could blow him over
the world is spinning round him
it's almost like the ground is
coming up to meet him
and a good friend comes to greet him
and he sees him wheeling weakly
catches him and sits him down
and asks him why he's fallin
no its not that kind of shocking
it's the quiet kind of explosion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem