BLING
You wear
the jewels of my sadness
my tears
drip from your ears
brilliantly cruel
as any diamond.
My grief
shapes itself
about your wrist
a silver serpent of sorrow
making beautiful
an arm.
My despair
a golden glittering broach
tentatively touching
your hair.
My loss
festooned about your neck
the lustre
of each pearl
not lost
upon each envious onlooker.
Each sigh
jangles
dangles from each
languid hand.
My heart
a diadem
worn casually
upon a sleeve.
And so you
wear the jewellery
of the man
you have left behind
who has nothing left
to give you
but his broken
self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pregnant with pain yet bursting with beauty. Excellently expressed my friend!