I know I shouldn’t be hurt.
I know I shouldn’t be crying like this.
I shouldn’t be playing this part.
Where can I find the last piece?
Is this just an infatuation?
A deep feeling of admiration
Or a feeling with no explanation?
You’re making me a fool.
You’re letting me realize how dull I am.
You’re making me a fool.
You’re letting me know how dumb I am.
I don’t like the distance.
I don’t like the mountains.
I don’t like the stars.
And I don’t like you.
I don’t want to see you.
I don’t want to feel you.
I don’t want to hope.
I don’t want to wish.
I can forget you,
And I will.
I can believe you,
But I won’t.
You’re just a dream.
A nightmare,
A bad dream,
A scary nightmare.
(May 16,2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a monologue nicely expressed...good write..keep on writing.. Ency Bearis