Turning a blind eye, pretending not to see the signs
That would be so blatantly obvious if it were not that I don’t want to see
All the time holding on to sweet memories that cast
A veil of disbelief over the blatant truth that is
Lifting my sceptic heart towards another time
When naïve and innocent of the cess-pit of lies
That bind us together because they are lies
That I so badly need to believe
And the storm rages on tearing the tatters of my mind
To shreds so that as the litter blows away
My eyes eventually perceive the ashes of what once was
For what it is, betrayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem