i am not the obvious
could be someone who is odious
i hide
that remains a fact
i speak but do not mean
my word
the syllables are fingers
pointing to a cloud
where a part of me
drifts and lives
i hide
i could be inside your shoe
i feel
what you feel
but i do not make you know it
i do not cause you pain
i am pathetic
and sympathetic
i do nothing
that is what i do
i speak nothing at all
that is how a conversation is
started
silence creeps
and then holds you
i sting
but that is not my point here
i have no one and no other
just words
where i put faith
for me to live
i am always a slip
asleep most often
at the tip of your tongue
goodbye is a letter i write
and kept hidden
under my bed....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem