From the depths of a pit, I cry out;
But you do not listen.
Languishing in my sorrow;
And you do not care.
Yet we are together.
Though I see us suffer;
Your concern is yourself,
Never ceasing to discuss,
The ways in which I failed you.
With no fault aimed within.
I loved what you were,
But not what you are.
We reside as roommates;
Like congenial friends.
Who aren’t affable.
Our lives together have no meaning,
Except for our children.
And so we go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ouch. I like this for refusing to resort to a happy ending, it makes it all the more potent. Hugs Anna xxx