A helping of that loneliness
Has endangered my whole life.
Its bitter and it quakes me.
Its siren songs do so entice.
As does the ink of an octopus
Left to drift in its departure
I quiver too; forgotten too
Like the devil's discarded garter.
My hands shiver so slightly
As to forever remind me
Of the fear I have of fearing
That dull starlight will not guide me-
To embrace the loneliness of sleep
That drifts to comfort me.
Only darkness bakes me apple pies.
I pray sunlight remembers me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem