i have nothing
so urgent to say to you
i am at peace
and here i am savoring time
like the way i am chewing gum
that lost its sugar
i have nothing
to say anymore to you
i admit
i have not said anything at all
despite all those
well chosen words arranged like books in their shelves
there is an age
where saying is admitted to make no difference at all
where secrets are not secrets but irrelevant
squabbles of the heart
they remain buried
but they will not be dead
the remain invisible like air
but still very essential
my lips are gravestones
that is when i discovered that self-talk is actually a prayer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem