You sit there with a blank face of nothingness think about the job you just had to do the hardest in your life.
Then you reach into your jean pocket and take out a bloody clown mask that is all ways smiling.
You just stair at the mask and think the job is done. ‘So why do I feel so empty? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is deep you like me i write from my heart