They're all the same
They stalk you and fill you up
until you're cold and wet
or warm and dry
until you're bitter or smiling
they suck the life from your bones
and eat away the marrow
or they fill your plate with love
until a universe flows from your fingertips
But,
only if you take the train to
that unknown destination,
deeper than you've ever gone,
will you truly find out or really know
Only when the band-aid is ripped off
and the siren sounds
will you even try
But now you must,
there is nothing left to life but
this pain, or joy or sorrow
or happiness
but most of all, this sadness
it engulfs you
leaves you gasping for air
calling out Her name
to fill the void
and rearrange your world
But the change never comes
never arrives,
Until it does.
until you step off the train
and look down the platform
at the person you've left behind
and the place you used to call home
and understand,
if only for a moment
the man you've become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem