you can't feel sorry and wallow in waters of misery
because you lacked a linear view of what would transpire
you stood in the center of everything so hard
that you'll be ok.
I wouldn't blame anyone for getting stabbed
by some puppy dog love sick sycophant
how would you put up those defenses in time?
muttering a few sentences out of trust
shouldn't be exposing your soft heel
to a road filled with broken glass
we see the glittering in summer's streets
walking barefoot, but we know it's silver
confetti in dust and blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem