Tears fall on shoulders and cracks in eyelids
As I stand and watch you smiling so hard.
Weeping at happiness, as I tell fibs
To my naive self, my chest burning barred
As I rake it with self-hating fingers.
For you have always been so good to me,
And so, sensations of sadness linger.
I can't stand being sad, for you are free.
But then the niggling techniques you use
Are so familiar to me. For once
I was the sucker, who ne'er could refuse
Your protestations and your lies, and once
I smiled at your happiness, a fool
Who never could do nought but sit and drool.
Interesting. Touching. When living in the now does one not feel as he feels? I suppose one could feel not quite knowing how you should feel, but I find this a bit confusing in that the mind is getting in the way of the feeling, or vice versa. Me, I don't mentalize feelings, they are what they are and I accept them as such. Acting on feelings is however quite another thing, there the mind is engaged before any action is or is not taken. Good write. an 8+.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
can't do nothing but drool..nice