A cold wind blew this hispanic man to me
A New York warrior fighting to be free
Why would anyone drift to my headspace
For advice for comfort for perhaps a trace
Of some kinda understanding I suppose
God almighty what could I propose
To mend this wretch on the edge
Of insanity, manic emptiness, a violent ledge
My wife has gone my children too
As of right now there is only you
Me? I can't do a bloody thing
Other than make even more of a ring
In your ears tormented every day
By a ringing thats grinding your brain away
Down from ground zero by the water we stood
Perhaps a fertile place to set the mood
Hey man no answer have I got for you
I am lost on this one, just a listening fool
When we suffer we suffer alone
Like you with your buzz, your terrible drone
Costing you all and everything near
I bet you wish God never gave you an ear
He held my hand and stood near me still
I stood with this stranger ever so, till
Thank you for your time, he quietly said
I will remember this day till after Im dead
And I walked away up a New York Ave
With the wind on my back and a stormy view
Turned a corner that said that my way was ahead
And the only thing for company was the ring in my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem