open doors, on closing hearts
its a free chance to get back
the clock was thrown
and broken into parts
read aloud and face the facts
the batteries were removed
and the clock hasn't moved in days
my eyes are forced shut
i am unable to see the sun rays
and if i could they'd probably cut
bare shoulders on cold walks
been called names like stupid mutt
being found motionlessly in the rocks...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some poetry I can relate to finally some good poetry