On a passage
of diesel and rust
a mother
brings a child
along.
The mother
not one
but a drunk
college night
The child
a regret
living
in aftermath
It looked
to me
as if
I knew
I could
not answer
I starred back
at the future
We rumbled
past the
signs of
high ruin
A child
fat hands
soft feet
wonder eyes
still watching
as if
I had
an answer
I'm sorry
baby blue
ocean eyes
I'm sorry
The rust
did rumble
through signs
of a high
ruin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one made me sad. a strong point to be heard.