Not too easy to forget,
Those detours taken.
Teased by distractions.
And becoming upset to know such steps,
Are accompanied by disappointment.
With self inflicted regret.
Then in rolls in that moaning factor.
The love of feeling sorry for oneself.
And along comes someone,
Who listens and hears what it is...
To yourself done.
And without empathy to give,
Take off a shoe they do.
To expose a foot to ask,
If I knew on me...
Where they wanted to put that foot.
And needless to say,
Today...
That image stays in my mind.
Knowing behind me it will never be.
Left there to leave forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem