Well done to me,
For breaking it that way.
My usual hastiness and lack of patience
Have yet again cost me a piece,
Of my ever fading happiness.
The lone path and isolated destination, call
Emitting ever-growing signs of safety.
More appealing day by day
As I wish the embarrassment of August away,
A month of hurt, resentment, loneliness and rejection.
So now i can add this to my list of 'shouldn't have's'
But we learn from our mistakes,
Right?
I haven't learnt, now you'll never know why.
Why I said what I did,
Why I feel this way.
I look upon every situation in dumbfounded consternation,
With a helpless endorsement of self-resentment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see myself in most of this poem, the unhappiness and the refusing to learn from past mistakes. I'd tell you to shake it off, but I don't know what I'd tell myself.