Every time I bring up the subject,
We get caught in the loop
perpetually.
It is as if we are frozen in this amber
forever.
forced to relive the same argument,
time and time again
'How could you do this to me? '
Opinions matter not,
Neither does the McCarthy/Lennon credo,
'Try to see it my way, '
There is only our way,
One Way.
We cannot see what our eyes perceive,
As the truth.
We are occluded from,
Third Person point of view
like a reader who can't quite
understand the vocabulary
Can't quite comprehend,
'You said you loved me? '
Each step closer toward you,
Pushes you further away.
I tiptoe down the hall
Hearing your whisper's call.
I dare not answer
Talking is a waste of my time,
'So you woke up one morning and decided you didn't love me anymore? '
The answers are only slightly more painful.
The questions like a Gordian knot in my heart.
Here comes the loop,
'How could you do this to me? '
We are trapped,
The only way out is to leave this place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem