opportunities of a somber occasion
instills a person to daze
while performing standard routines
via
purchasing items from a vending machine,
catching one's frown in the glass
resplendent with fingerprints.
Or vacuuming the same spot
ignoring cleanliness
for the inevitable suffering
a tear chasing an arm extension,
guiding the vacuum
over
and
over
to crease dirt in limbo.
where the eye creeps like a spider
tracing a beautiful pattern for prey...
same eyes whimper as they eat air in disgust.
Pills crease tear ducts to remain closed
and the darkness is familiar like disgusting air
each breath is a question for death
what to say?
how to say it?
"Don't go. Please."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a poignant creation insightfully brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Adeline. A. K.