Desperation in my soul does not reflect in the sound of my voice.
It echoes within, bouncing off walls of my interior.
A lump of tears jerks itself into my throat, and I do not want to
let my eyes partake of it's salted despair.
Wiping my mind with the tissue of my soul, carefully, gently, so
as not to tear what I know I cannot hold.
So insidiously feeling turmoil go through me like an ocean in a
severe storm.
Holding on to whatever fragments of strength and courage I have
left, I ride swelling waves of desperation, hoping to drown feelings
growing still inside me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem