I didn't know the meaning
of his cold brown eyes.
The unreturned phone calls.
I just let him
burn my world black,
like a ceaseless fire.
My name on the dean's list, black.
The ink I spent writing about him, black.
The sky starless and black.
The word rejection
charred my self worth,
until I understood it.
It lost its power,
and the light shone through
the darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem