we feign happiness
sometimes because we long
for that moment when we
were sad and yet
so fulfilled,
we made enemies and then
we befriend them again
because we cannot stand
the pains of being alone
we have mood swings
leaving and comings soon
become more like each other
and soon love and hate do not
make any difference
loneliness and sadness all in
one face of a woman
that we sleep with every night
it is a circle and we do not
know where to end and begin
we search for pleasure and
catch each moan with another moan
but at what level of satisfaction?
repeated, always repeated and
what do you feel? it is this numbness
not happiness, not sadness
not hate not love not hope not despair
up there, up there perhaps,
the mind begins to scream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this poem really profound and moving. You should be very proud of your undoubted talent. All the best, John.