like large shards of glass
ripping my throat to shreds
causing a distinct nausea that can only be cured
by acknowledging what I already know
I must admit I feel the slightest foreboding
because what I feel has been forbidden by my own misdoings
I am friends with an ominous cloud that will linger indefinitely
…though he would dissipate if I were to let you know
you will never know
you can never know
you would never know
because I, my friend, am too aware of the definition of bashful
and you, my friend, would never suspect a thing!
and I have not got the right shoes
to tread across that uncertain path
the glass would leave huge holes in my stomach
and my heavy insides
would gush out, surrounded by acid
leaving an indistinct shape of things that could have been
and a bloody mess of who I am and what I know
though I should feel as light as a feather
i'd rather float through the sky with weights on my ankles
i feel too much and know too little
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one got me writing again. Thanks miss milner!