I need to lie down and close the eyes of my eyes.
I need to slam the doors on what breaks me; to paint my mother’s face in my mind.
To lift my soul to love that doesn’t end with no expectation.
I adore these wracking tears of loss and regret. They tell me I lived, I felt, I had the whole of it in my hands. The scourge of the happiest version of life I might have had, lost.
There is no coming back from this.
I need to go away.
I need to wonder what God is.
I need you and I’m sitting in the dark, behind closed everything, trying to set myself free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem