You didn't ask me 'How are you'
and for that I am grateful
Because, you being you
I would have told you honestly
how I am
I'm falling apart
I'm confused
I'm just hanging on
to what's left of me
I may have told you
I feel solitary
misunderstood
tricked and betrayed
that tears threaten to spring
from my disbelieving eyes
I could have said
my search for the Divine
has led me further from it
That my heart aches for beauty
for truth
for justice
yet, I'm assaulted with chaos
My honesty evokes lies
my love is returned with ambivalence
I would have told you I am disappearing
and goodbye
But you didn't ask...
and for that I am grateful
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