When my eyes don’t see you,
know that mine are weary, as the ecstasy died down
The fantasy now so bizarre yet to recall
Like Persephone, failing to hate Hades’ fiendish lair,
I’m exposed to revealing the searing left over before you,
For, again, concealing is not my best defense
Have I not the courage to entitle myself your confidant
For I’m incapable to recognize the slightest sincerity I thought I own:
Releasing your to the wind
Deceived by my own deception,
Converted by a perception I’m trying to rephrase
Stepping backward now to let you relish your own tale,
Or has it been my excuse to keep me a whole?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just be yourself my dear, emotional burst triggered by something not of our doing should not be considered seriously, instead learn from it and not become a victim for the second time especially by your shadow! Nice poem, a 10.