No answer.
If there was i didn't hear.
The sounds gone.
Hard to see
Nothing to feel.
Just bricks with blood.
I don't ever know if it's mine.
If it is then is it to much.
Not a lot of food of water.
If i die here.
Then who would find me..
There's no light.
No way in or out.
Stuck screaming without a answer.
I mite even be covered in blood never to know.
Not to know what color I'm waring.or if I'm even wearing clothes.
I hope i am.
This is my good bye.
You may never meat me.
but you now know what I'm thinking in my last moments.
If u don't like it i understand every one has different tastes any ways
so i won't freak out about it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. It made me feel uncomfortable, as I imagine people that have been literally stuck under rubble must have felt. It also made me think of feeling stuck emotionally. I enjoy poems that evoke imagery and feelings. Thank you.