happiness is seldom
it is the trend nowadays
when our hand grapple for
what we do not yet master
for instance last night
when you were asleep
i was touching my own thighs
in the dark
i was familiarizing with the lines
of my face down to the
belly
in the darkness of my soul
i still keep on thinking about
someone else
someone whose love you
have taken away from me
someone who weeps and
does not speak
someone whose heart has turned
into stone
whose door has become
a wall
whose windows doubt
whether to open for the sun
or not
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem