If the murmurs were pointless in their renderings,
There would be few to feel offended.
But since they are not.
And begin to peel the scab off ignored wounds...
Pretensions are not that enjoyable.
Of course this brings back those memories.
And many prefer to believe they go unseen,
Hopping on one leg.
Or bleeding profusely...
During their 'By Invitation Only' cocktail parties.
~And how did YOU get in here? ~
'Through the door.
Why?
Was there another way? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem