This is a random poem
Its for you, him, anyone
And the fish have stopped speaking but
I’m dancing in the floating lights
My bruises laugh at me
They remind me that
My pride still is out in the streets
But the white noise in my head
Wont stop and
I am smiling
Amongst all this madness
My voice whispers ‘run’
But I just carry on laughing
And I wont ever stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem