She - nags and he, he
Bombast her ears…
Together they, nearly
Talk each other half to death.
Emotionally it’s a cosh—ooh!
And, there is nothing—left.
So, they’ll just shut down
Since, silence is a vice, now.
So, she’ll patrol her own heart
As he treads; a cold path, through…
That really hard compacted snow.
He’s wandered, yes, but he couldn’t let go.
So, she just nags as he, he
Again, bombasts her ears…
She nags him half to death
He just talks as she just nags
For him half to death—ooh
And, he just bombasts a misfortunate past
Wishing he was never born.
Emotionally it’s a cosh—ooh!
Who is worse, who is better?
Honey, this whole situation is a mess.
Let’s just do our best and fix…
What’s left? Now silence is a vice
Now silence is agreed to be best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem