At night I am everything I fear
In the morning I am nothing I can't handle
I claim the dawn
for yesterday is simply what I was
and tomorrow today will be gone.
Emptiness builds a home here
in between hearts where hollows have bred
a deepening sea of nowhere consumes
and eats away at every connecting thread.
A Tuesday to spare
fingerprints on the edge of a frosted midnight dream
a promise in pieces, so untrue
endless Tuesday mornings going against the stream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem