I have this continuous feelings a gut feeling of things I think you are up to in my absence, am I insane to be feeling this, am I missing something in feeling this, I do things to avoid thinking of this, I try to control this pulling feeling this uncontrollable encounter I face on a daily basis.
Control is a hard factor for a lonely soul, barring this emotionally kills, eats away at me bit by bit, by bit by bit, slowly painfully, without any remorse for no apparent course or reason of some sort, slowly at a pace of no concluded speed slowly eats, eats away silently without a sound at peace.
So as I slowly vanish, as pieces of me slowly parish, I become no more, no more a thought in your mind just an “I used to know somebody type of thing” u get what I mean. I mean I don’t blame you in any way, I just wish things were different, and that you would have stayed, neither for you nor me but for my sanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem