Lost in the pool of insignificance...sea
Stagnent fragments of Ich und thee
Doused harranged suffocation fired
Within the forests of once
Primed
Desired
Piteous pokes at one anothers
Finger
Prints
One doth jokes yet hints
Such mallous
Scratches beneath the surface pores
Both settle up whilst
Counting scores
There is no minutes for time consuming Passion
Tis gawn with the dawn
Yawn....
Outta fashion
Outragous
That this lady should wish for more than the alchole infused clown
Go with his flow
Dragging scanties down
Bare raw bones chafed
For she who's lost with
Nada.....faith
This is me.............
I've not experienced what you have gone through, but it sounds harrowing, great use of language dark and slightly funny. Last line makes me reread it over again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine write of emotions and anticipated endings bringing new beginnings. Great use of the vernacular to show raw feelings unpolished untouched by second guesses or self editing by social mores. Free to go, to grow and be.