Hands in pockets and shut my mouth
My judgement's been effected
Impacted and collapsed upon itself
I've lost what words to say from here
Nothing left but to sit here wasting time
And document my thoughts
No misdirections
No subtle change in motion
No misinterpretations
No changing truths
No stories here to tell
Just the sound of air passing through my lungs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem