This is one of a series of 'Found Poems' I have been experimenting with this format and comments would be welcomed.
Twenty Two West 112th Street
It’s sad
The way I feel
Cutting
Complicated collusion
Everything matters
Caring cover up
'I love you'
They are the waves
My mind is constantly
Riding through the night
Out Of Touch
Smiles
Aimed at other Guys
'He's my only weakness'
My memory of you
Crying night after night
Looking through me
Cutting myself on memories
Once again
Pain
Vacant House
Twenty Two West 112th Street
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem