you put the album on the player
blow the dust from the needle
and you feel the scratchy music ring so true
and the light pours in
sits on your face
like all those kisses
you never got
cause someone forgot
you were still here
you feel the gravel scrape your heels
and the frost melt under your step
cause you can’t help but wander
it’s a curse
that you walk and walk and
don’t get anywhere
no one seems to realize
that there are pains that
cannot be relieved
there is sadness that can’t be cured
no pills that can cover up
the reality of this
terrible loneliness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem