for most folks deception
is a pitch-black
dark tunnel
which is curiously
filled with angry words
from a heated argument
with pain that sizzles from
a knife stuck in the back
that reaches through
to the heart.
deception for me is
yellow
hot yellow and white
it burns like
a thousand suns
and blinds everything
i see
and it knows
it just seems to know
everyone of my sins laid out
like money on a dresser
like clothes before school
like a loved one who rests comfortably
in bed
while i am up all night
with insomnia
not being able to sleep
or nurse away this pain
by any means necessary
to dull the edge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What can I say other than wow...loved this heartfelt vision of a thought....thank you...