I used to cry myself to sleep at night.
You saw me as a glass window with more
Interesting things on the other side.
The sight of me seemed to make you
Feel UN eased, like I was but a unicorn in
The forbidden forest. I didn't exist.
You singled me out from the crowd like
I was something out of a movie. Dark,
Dangerous, demonic. Something not right.
But what was left? Me crying waterfalls.
Waterfalls of hatred and horror. Had I done
Something wrong? Yes, Yes, Yes.
A black night lead me to the conclusion.
Something wicked but wonderful. A grey
Plaque that lay on the ground. Dusty, dirty.
Like a dark day director I quickly became aware.
It was my grave stone. No flowers, no reaves,
Nothing. Just an old, tatty stone. A picture of
My past. I had no future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The past will always haunt, this i agree with. Just never give up hope or you have nothing.