Is there any space left for me?

by Vu Thanh Hoa

is there any space left for me?
heaven is full of gods
hell is full of ghosts
the earth is countless of living people
the figures around the dead end
crashing each other, splashing pieces of souls
the pieces of souls suck the lonely sea
turning
turning
turning
in the middle of the lost sphere
bewildered verses
lying straight on the worn rails
wilted smiling lips
putting on lipstick on old wrinkles
pale tears
empty hugs
four corners of the platform are filled with masks
a train hasn’t left but missed the trip
is there any space left for me?