My mind is so full
But my heart seems so numb
Swept away by all that has come and gone
The words are on the tip of my tongue
Still I am silenced by fear
That they are all the wrong ones
The past swims in an empty glass
I fill it again praying its contents may
Ease this task
That perhaps someday
I might finally remove the mask
And revive my heart at last
I fear loneliness is my path
No matter the longings in my core
This is the wrong score
There is only one I adore
I am tormented by the words I have yet to sort
Haunted by the eyes that once looked in love
And will now look with scorn
How far will we be torn
I fill this glass again
Postponing the fate I abhor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem