The rain is falling on me
It’s cold
I don’t like it here
It seems to just not be right
I wish that I could get out of here
But I can’t seem to move at all
I want to go home
I’m scared of this place
I don’t like it at all
I can’t remember why I’m here
All I can hear is silence
The smell of the outside still clings to me
Like a dog that has missed its master for such a long time
He stands at the door
He has a gun in his hand
I’m afraid of what’s going to happen
He holds the gun in my direction
I’m horrified of what might happen
He squeezes the trigger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice and interesting