My brain boils in cold reason
mind spiked on cactus stems
throat dry from sullied sweets
eyes blind in brilliant light
to hear of one
lost to everdosed addiction
now all up in smoke.
Was there ever a fire
where was I
where were you
where were we
Did she cry and I did not hear
fall and I was not there
frown and I let her drown
overdosed
in lakes of exhausted air
oh how I suffer
when it's all up in smoke
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I would like to translate this poem
Some feelings of guilt find expression here. Vagueness is also. One wishes for more than is written. A frustration to help the writer is the readers fate on reading this. Best, not to be recomended. GW62