You are my eyes,
But ever since you left,
I grope like I am in a dark well,
Feeling my way against the wall,
Hurting my palms on the rough stones.
You are my breathe,
But since you said goodbye,
It’s like I’m locked in a bag,
Suffocating, gaging for air,
Like tea in a thermo,
Like breathing through a straw.
My legs you are,
But now that you are gone,
I am a cripple,
Crawling like a serpentine,
As slow as a snail,
Oh, how I long to stand again.
Utterly quite like an abandoned church,
Deafness loud like a raging tide,
Screaming but can’t hear my own voice,
Begging for the slightness hum,
For didn’t you know that since you left,
My ears away you went with!
Come back so that I may see,
Return to me so that I can walk,
Sing to me and restore my ears,
Kiss me and give me back my breathe,
For since you left,
I am just but a leper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem