Oh! don't ******** cry!
Oh! but do, yet I'm diffused,
The River Dee,
one way
and then the other,
That side that you still
cannot define?
So try telling yourself
that you are stuck in some
awful dream, and banging
your head unnecesarily
against time and all it's
thorns and bygones...
Float past, dont' ask?
Fleeting image of self
drowning, in a chaotic moment,
Then you attempt to cry,
but can't congeal it,
you can't feel out for it!
Reach out to touch something
that you will trust, is your instinct?
We are alone, together, yet singular,
Our spaces dance with stares and cares,
rarified to confide and hide, or wait....
Are you there, scared at myself,
what can I be to me, whom I don't know?
Oh! don't ******* try!
it will scrape this image off we,
the second it appears,
and they will know, without knowing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem