Poetry/កំណាព្យ

Imagine about The Narrow Road

Imagine a narrow road

You walk alone

two rows of tree keep wondering

Or no.

They ask if I’d like to turn back to the big road I was given with conditions.

Ignore the trees, I keep walking ahead.

Wiltered flowers

Leafless trees

Dried grass and lake

repeatedly beg me to turn back to the big road I was given with conditions.

I continue to walk ahead knowing there will be no air, no green, no water

I keep walking

I keep crawling

I keep telling my cotton-like body to move forward slowly

telling myself lies that there is very a smooth one day

that we might be able to breath freely.

Then how can I live my life?

while all the trees, grass, water, and air die?

Phina