what happens to a pain unseen?
Does it keep flashing in the back of your mind?
Or fade like a story untold-
and allow you to become just fine?
Or does it not make a big difference just like a dime?
Or hauntingly silient and spooky
like an old familiar mime.
Does it linger
like an old childhood dream?
or stalk you like a fiend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds a lot like Langston Hughes poem a Dream Deferred