It is so hard
within a lifetime
To be visible,
to be found
It is only
after your death
Do they really
find you breathless
You were always there
Underneath those spiral stairs
Amongst the shoe rack
and the floor
They loved you so very much
That they had to
give up your trust
Up until
you were oppressed
They loved you so very much
They asked you to repent!
For every moment spent
Without their help or consent
you never knew
what they really meant!
You were a disgrace
Amongst their cast and race
A spot within their heart
So dark and distraught
You always needed
so very much
Of nothing really
as such
You were always greedy
that way
After all is said and done
They needed to follow their gut
Yet, they managed to sob in grief
They tried their best to weep
Does it really matter?
If it was in happiness
or in grief
They really did weep
Nick Kler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem