It seems like you’re okay with this
When I’m so broken up
I let the car spin faster
It never spins enough.
The icy road is threatening
But the temptation takes control
My hands dropp from the wheel
I love this letting go.
This hospital’s too white
Too clean, too filled with death
It contradicts its message
I tried to do my best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem