Today, I took the time off to peek into my abject soul;
And, poured my reeking sorrows into a goblet to drink!
How I discovered now, that I was being my own mole;
Not to mention that, I had just become my own shrink!
Today, I took some time off to touch my busted heart;
I heard the beats being played, every rhythm very even!
Then, I discovered again, that I had been my fatal dart;
And, to mention that, only me had aimed my own haven!
Today, I took a lot of energy to wipe my brackish tears;
And, waited for time to impede some dreaded reason!
Then, I did realize that I always lived in my murky fears;
And, have to mention that I had been my own treason!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no matter how many times i read these words.. i discover another hidden nuance everytime.. what superb poetry..