White lines-
Racing through the pitch black scene.
Your leg aches and your head pounds.
But your feet keep moving,
Dragging across the freezing cold ground.
Your mind is racing,
But your body is done.
Headlights flashing one by one.
They zoom by without a second thought.
No one.
Stops.
No one.
Cares.
Jump off the cliff if you dare.
Because no one will see.
Tall, thick glass slicing at your feet.
Bare heals scrape,
against the rocky asphault.
Wishing you could just fall.
Splish, splash.
Ankle deep in mud.
But your head's below the water.
Nobody knows,
that you have just lost your daughter.
Because nobody cares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem