How could you have forgotten me again so quickly?
You could have said goodbye.
I knew you had not the patience,
But, for me, I was hoping you would try.
I block you out as much as I can,
But my whole body punishes me,
I wish I could hate you, better yet forget you,
But this fixation is a lock without a key.
Slowly my body grows limp for exhaustion,
But even as dawn approaches, I am still awake.
I feel like my bones are shaking.
I sense each one moan, groan, bend and break.
No one may never know how cursed I truly am.
I relentlessly scribble my sorrows onto page after page.
There's a war behind my mask,
And deep down, I constantly switch between agony and rage.
You hurt me, to say the least, and deserted me,
But I still laugh every single day.
So joyous to everyone around me,
No one can see me waste away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But this fixation is a lock without a key. this poem if very very good, i love the tempermental attitude but the will to forget is foggy. nicely done