I hate your desperate honesty
Telling me everything I want to never hear
And nothing at all in the same breath
Your silence is maddening
The secrets in the break between words
Driving me to unreasonable angst
I hate feeling...this way
This pain that makes no sense
This loathing that beats at my insides,
Tearing at my pulmonary like rust
I hate this uncertainty most unfitting of my persona
This crippling doubt intigrated into my mind
To the point where I can't tell where it ends and I begin
I am married to my own discontent
Unable to break the shackles that bind me to my misery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How extremely beautiful. And terrible. May I say I hope you bear the pain, and let me do my best to replace it with something less captivating. I hope that you are still well. And alive. I've missed your pomes and words. Hope to see them again some day. All my best from one to another