Again & again
I find myself here
in this limbo
of living.
Crafty illusion has
rocked my foundation.
I grow blinder
by the day.
Unable to see it coming,
especially from you;
who had piloted, uplifted me
with your words and stroke.
The cloak falls, a judgement impaired
by the mistaken belief that
your hands cupped and cradled
the shredded remains of my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem