Like the moon disappearing behind the cloud
Living no trace, no contact, if need be
Like seasonal fruits disappearing by the knowledge of the farmer not by the public
It is nowhere to be found despite sought by the public high and low
Except I alone knows, what is to happen tomorrow
Where I am and what am I doing
Should I lose my mind and get lost
Only I alone would know, I got lost intentionally and unintentionally
I need to find myself before I’m found
That’s where the danger lies
I may be injured and in danger of dying
But because I’ve lost myself and to my next of kin
There will be no rescue by blood except by the strange flesh
This may not come nor have any shame for not coming to my rescue
Therefor e I will die a pathetic death by the hour of need
Constant disappearance out of the familial eye and love
Causes less concern and caring in the long run
Out of sight, out of mind, out of concern and caring
This ensures the intensity of the blow to be less devastating
When finally the disappearance has become final through death or otherwise
NNkuna,29 Dec 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem