I am lost
But noone knows where to find me
I am alone
I can feel the warm ocean all around me,
comforting me
my body floats up and down with the passing waves
Tomorrow I fear that I will grow tired
Because I can't really touch the bottom
My mother is on the beach, too
She is staring at me
She does nothing because she can't
She hurts too much to even see me
I call to her, my mother
Her head turns in such a way
That indicates that something has gotten her attention,
Like a far-away siren
She may wonder what the siren is all about
She may even say a prayer for the person in trouble
But she won't. She can't. She is in her coffin already.
She just couldn't wait.
I wish i could help her but I am growing tired
She doesn't see me anyway. She doesn't hear me.
I don't exist
I am invisible
I don't matter
If I had a heart I suppose it would be breaking now
But there is only emptiness where it should be
Just a blank spot
An unfinished thought
A nuisance
I will find a way to say goodbye
Maybe I will ask the wind to whisper it to her
Really softly, so that it doesn't hurt her
Perhaps she'll think of me for a moment, just a moment,
a small moment and wonder if I'm allright
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching write, well worth a few reads. Thanks for sharing it. peace, Darby