The tears wont fall.
I wish they would
so they could cause a flood.
Like Alice did in wonderland.
Because that's how i feel:
like alice in wonderland.
Except wonderland wasn't wonderful.
In fact,
wonderland was strange.
Unbearably so.
Just like this place.
This life.
Strange and unbearable.
It's hard to fit in with such strangeness.
It's hard to accept.
I still can't cry.
The tears refuse to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice! keep writing! dear, friend. could you read and comment on my latest poems, such as Fountain of Fearless Fiance, Cascades of Caprices, Mumbai Mourning, and Mata Hari, please? thank you very much.