it is the ease
that comes afterward
when you
finally vomit that
pain
it is the ease of truth
and the bitter part
of the lie
somehow that one must
eject and one
must swallow
which is it
finally is what must
you decide
there is an implant in our
mind
that longing that we
can never forget
that guides and
tells us
what to do
with dignity
it is you, and no one else
that makes a world
that is happier to live with
what they say
may hurt temporarily...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem