I’m trying not to write about you, about us
I’m drawing long, dark blanks,
Like long dark hospital halls
This is just a ramble
Since I can’t toy or gamble
With our promise.
I’m trying not to write about you,
So I just draw blanks
I’m at a loss
You made my writing pen silent
But not enough to make the wells dry.
No, not enough to dry my mind.
I’m trying not to write
I guess I failed
But it’s not sad
It’s just a typhoon of relief
So the itch doesn’t infect and spread
I itch the scratch to prevent a rotted epidemic.
I’m trying
The blanks start to flush with color
But whiteout can cure that
As duct tape cures a mouth
And blindfolds cure an eye or two
…I can’t help it. I’m sorry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem