you talk to yourself
because you can talk to nobody
because you have talked to the tree beside you
and it is not enough
to unload what burdens you
this thing that fills your head that bloats
your stomach
this hubris
this angst
this thing that kills the beating of your heart
which shames love and which
diminishes your faith
you talk to yourself because there is no sense
talking to them
these judgmental creatures
without ears and erased eyes
those that do not feel
those who have died ahead of you
and yet still pretend
to know and touch you
you talk to yourself everyday
now you feel so light and then you begin to flap your wings
and fly away forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem