I look out my window
And see that everything’s white
My eyes yet to adjust
The sudden change to bright
It’s the first time I’ve looked
(On purpose) in months to see
If the girl the drugs have taken
Was possibly a dream
The last time I saw
The manic depression inside her soul
Was the last time that I’ll
Ever use a knife at all…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem