One of my childhood memories
She's on the ground.
Her body trembles with convulsions,
As I watch her tears fall into the floor.
On her face I can see a deep emptiness
(Maybe she doesn't know what's going on!).
I feel like life is useless,
Just like our appendix.
Suddenly, her body stops,
But her mind is full of beliefs.
The devil with two big horns
And his fork in the left hand,
Bringing messages from her granny.
My voice can't get out.
She walks in my direction
And my legs don't move.
(I need to escape!)
She stands front of me,
And hold my face with her two sweaty hands.
Tells me not to run and to see what real life is.
(My first published poem in English)
Her body trembles with convulsions,
As I watch her tears fall into the floor.
On her face I can see a deep emptiness
(Maybe she doesn't know what's going on!).
I feel like life is useless,
Just like our appendix.
Suddenly, her body stops,
But her mind is full of beliefs.
The devil with two big horns
And his fork in the left hand,
Bringing messages from her granny.
My voice can't get out.
She walks in my direction
And my legs don't move.
(I need to escape!)
She stands front of me,
And hold my face with her two sweaty hands.
Tells me not to run and to see what real life is.
(My first published poem in English)
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