Trouble is not my middle name.
It is not what I am.
I was not born for this.
Trouble is not a place
though I am in it deeper than the deepest wood
and I'd get out of it (who wouldn't?) if I could.
Hope is what I do not have in hell -
not without good help, now. Could you
listen, listen hard and well
to what I cannot say except by what I do?
And when you say I do it for badness
this much is true:
I do it for badness done to me before
any badness that I do to you.
Hard to unfankle this.
But you can help me. Loosen
all these knots and really listen.
I cannot plainly tell you this, but, if you care,
then — beyond all harm and hurt -
real hope is there.
it sounds like me a cloud called 'Trouble' always following and invisible to us, but, tangible to them.. and we don't mean it to do that.. it does, because it must sense our inner thoughts...those silent wishes to return the favour of any harm but, not the sort of character to actually be the same back so it does it for us.. and I hope you don't mind my thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, i think this is quite deep. I think this is maybe about something nasty that has happened, bottled up because they cannot find the right person to the story.