GRIEF HAD ROBBED ME
I had(somehow)
lost my self.
Looked in all
the usual places.
The mind
(empty as bedamned) .
The heart
(a hollow laugh) .
Even memory
(not the merest sign) .
Grief had robbed me
of who I knew as me.
Left me nothing but
a full sized cardboard cut-out
of who I
used to be.
I felt like a movie set
house you know all
front & no
back.
Unreally I
appeared real.
'Hope it don't rain...'
my cardboard self
said to
itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem