I wanna feel it,
I wanna forget about it,
I wanna forget hearing my mom talk about it,
When my dad died she said she felt it,
When my dad died I swear I did too,
When my dad died it was more like an earthquake,
When my family died there was a rattle,
When the old me died there was an rattle,
When everything comes to an end there'll be a rattle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
KOBK, when it all comes to an end, there'll be more than a rattle! When my Dad died, there was an earthquake too, and I still feel the aftershocks. I like your poems.