this hollow world
for me to hate
giving in
i found the change
a watery love
flowed through the cracks
with gentleness
i can't get back
and it was in those pouring fountains
that i finally lost the faith
my overflowing, wet cupped hands
are scorned, they will not pray
little palms
watch them die
god didn't hear my
screaming mind
i always knew
i was small
these fingers
couldn't catch it all
if i'm not the same
forgive me
things wore me out
i'm sorry
these people try to comfort me
but are empty and mundane
everything is so vaporous
please, please return someday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem Kristin. Thanks for sharing.