I've never endorsed one lost moment
never mind two, but isn't it funny
how sometimes we negate coldblooded
our feelings and act inhumanly.
And become hollowed-out shadows,
each one has numerous self-reflections
spent like worthless banknotes,
so we disguise our imperfections.
Clinging to whatever surface is current
always feeling disenfranchised
somehow we misinterpret-
each other, and then we backslide.
We regress and portion blame
lapse into our old defences,
I'm-not-at-fault and then counterclaim
whatever the consequences.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem