What to do?
What to do about this
of topics which puzzle
my brain?
Decisions made, but
how to verbalize
my..... thought.
We speak
of heart, the uses of a
muscle, to
love
ache
break
breath
live,
all equal in retrospect.
But then again
who,
which one,
when if not now
why if not for your
heart
Memories can scar
gaping holes in ones
subconscious
bleed through to reality
suppress your feelings with
another
Old faces from the deep heart
return
to mask
the “another”
Pause for thought
is
this
another one
or a cover for the last
“another”
The “another” who stole
that muscle
that palpitating muscle
deep in your core
then torn apart
by countries, regions
continents, NO!
drivable distance, yet
no time to find
the last “another”
So hide “another” in
a cover, a mask
a curtain, a closet
a shell, a shield
a costume, a crust
a protection from the
“another”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem