--In memory of a lost relationship
Through thy cold eyes of indifference,
See not me,
But an illusion wrought in the furnace
of thy ego and bias. And I bleed.
The fire of passion dims;
The eternal night of darkness sets in;
Hail falls and cyclone rages
which takes me in. And I swoon.
Tranquility comes with the first beam of light
That peels off all the rust and dust covering the tomb of freedom.
With a stake through my heart in that hell of a night,
I fled your Qeendom. I fled your Queendom! And I tumble.
Out of the cacoon bursts a new life swelling in me.
And I'am out but I'am stout as I never have been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sense of loss, and then - triumph! I especially like: 'Tranquility comes with the first beam of light That peels off all the rust and dust covering the tomb of freedom.' Very good!