last night a rape of
disappointment ravaged me
its ugly hands invaded my
body and spirit
leaving scars on the tender
and fair skin of my conscience
i curled into a ball of pain
nursing bleeding lips
and acidic skin
tears trickling down the closed eyes
dissolved into the smears
of hymen- blood and semen
dotting the sheets…
from expectation to
disappointment to
sorrow is the trajectory,
spoke the buddha’s voice
so far lying buried deep within
not attempting to dry my tears
but allowing them to cleanse
my body and spirit…
31dec2009
04.05hrs
Attachment is a suffering what Buddha says and I realized that again of your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the first part is a wonderful description of a disappointment [compared it to a rape]...fair skinned conscience...beautiful expression the second on the trajectory expectation...disappointment and sorrow..tries to blame it on expectation...expectation i feel keeps us alive...detachment is not a natural thing...... attachment should not be a suffering...if it is proper and true