A second
Of extreme madness
Took me at high speed.
No red lights will stop it.
Neither adults' guns
Nor children's fireworks
Will absorb it.
It Turned with me over and over
From Market
To Main street.
.
I woke up
After a long
Period
Between coma
And apathy;
With minor injuries
I realized
I killed three love poems
Paralyzed four young
Verses
From the neck down.
I cried when I heard
I lost
My best friend
Eileen's
Holy secret poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem