should i feel pity for you
that you can't hold back emotions
that are yours alone to suffer through
or seek atonement for?
when like a storm unwarranted
you pour the fetid remnants
of you putrified regrets and such
a flood outside my door?
when like a festered wound that oozes
poisons and contagious germs
your mood goes seeking
new host to infect?
should i feel pity for this
tendency in you to visit
all your torment on another,
never pausing to reflect?
or is it a pre-requisite of sorts
to be subjected to
the force of darkest night before
the light of love prevail?
if so, know this: no favor lies
abiding what we both despise to feel
just so you're not alone-
nor sooner way to fail!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem