Screaming back to the past, calling back what didn't last, what cracked visions envisioned to be righteous to cast.
my deficit breath averts me to go as far as trying to reach back at you.
In my mind am screaming on top of my lungs, then I remembered through veracious eventualities that I don't have you, making my screams frail cause my breath & voice its you.
Writhing in pain, stretching out hard sighs left in my breath hoping they'll become a voice you wailed for,
My silence marred your rear view mirror, that looking back will only bring you tears, you skeptically trod & ultimately walked away cause your love was unheeded, your care existed but was unnoticed cause you thought I could read into actions, whereas I was waiting for words that in my ears your mouth never written.
Now am here tumbling at the reservations of the heart of my mistakes; you pushed I pulled & found my self falling to you, but your pockets were too warm to stretch them out & say 'I got you'.
So I sat there hoping you'll come back since you knew what I felt for you, but you walked on & left me behind.
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