Bitter pill of bereavement
That I swallow every day
Reminds me of broken trust
Of love that's far away
Death of a precious
sacred bond
Had to be nurtured
all life long
I did my part
of taking care
Why did you
Just throw it away
No more rules
To honour for me
I break all moulds
Society set for me
I don't want to be
Of 'civilised' lands
Back to the basics
Alone I can stand
I feel nothing, not guilty anyway
No qualms of conscience
To weaken me
So I wither away.
Just follow instincts
Animal within does tell me
Survival is on top list
Since everything else
Has been looted from me
Trust is the basic ingredient. Without trust we have nothing. Trust has to be earned and then nurtured, it can be hard work, needs a lot of feeling and thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Achill Lad for understanding