From sometime ago.
Unfulfilled promises
It's ironic how we fail to live up
To the hopes we throw up as offerings
Sacrifice on the altar, too many flawed thoughts
I know tonight I will not falter
Friends, I'm not alone.
It's all a tactic
walking to the window
you make your move like the game theorist you are
living with a near sight
you're blinded by confidence in your own light
trust me, I am so far from where I dream.
I'm coming apart at the seam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem