I am poem(kiowa)

I am a wheat-colored jar without air, sound, and substance
I wonder Mazily over all the earth, asking will you come back? would you leave me here dying?
I hear a drum beating and beating
I see nothing but waste and memories
I am a wheat-colored jar without air, sound, and substance

I pretend not to be an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else asleep
I feel wrecked and solitary
I touch does same boots of lead
I worry I hit a world that has no direction
I cry in silence as my mind is going numb
I am a wheat-colored jar without air, sound, and substance

I understand my silhouette is dissolving
I say life is short
I dream drops of anguish running all together
I try to stay awake
I hope my eyelids never flutter into the empty distance
I am a wheat-colored jar without air, sound, and substance