Mr. Tanduay
I asked... 'Who are you? '
Without a minute, without an hour
You wish 'I am a friend- it's true'
From the smile to the tears' oh pure
You asked me 'what about you? '
Nothing to say just a sigh
Of breath of loneliness I know
Fear of no one here- my cry
Question upon the bleeding knee
You after you...bah! What is this?
Glass of emptiness before me
The spirit that was-
Then I stood against myself
'You are the only one who listens'
My silent scream- to be free from this thief
Of promises I though from deep with in
Ah! Again and again...why? Why?
I tasted you- my sweet lie
Ah! Alas! Temporarily free from me
The “you” who stub my chest in a day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem