a poem about me

I tried to translate my own poetry
but I could not
I cannot

forgive me
I am not grew up in any language

I am single
so lonely
the words in any clothes
have the same meanings listen
even the song

do you understand me

I miss my own childhood
my mother
my father digging in the garden

the child growing up his own life

I remember acacia
the streets
the homes
my shadow dripping from walls

rustle sadness