Communication is the key to humanity
Yet when that channel shuts down within,
What is one to do?
Where is one to go?
How is one to establish that much needed connection?
To their fellow humans
When the understanding that used to flow so freely
Dissipates slowly until it is all but gone
Where does one look to find the answers?
Is it to one’s self that one must look?
The age old question is then asked..
What is wrong with me?
Why can’t I?
When did I?
How do I?
When will this come right?
Questions, that at moments like these
Are not likely to be answered any time soon
Confusion felt so sharply, so strongly
That it clouds all opinion and foresight
Lost, that is where this leaves one
And when one is lost, one cannot find their way back
They flail in their own self created isolation
An isolation felt to be necessary for mere survival
Not meant, yet instituted for self preservation.
Or done on purpose to stop feeling, stop hurting
The answer is not easily reached on how to find the way back
The solution, not easily found
When all understanding is lost, compassion seems to leave to
The mere need from one human to another
Is lost in translation, misunderstood and so wrongly interpreted
How then, does one get that connection back?
Some times, just sometimes one never does
And all that is left to do, is shut down
Stop feeling, stop communicating
To just cease to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem