Contents have been freed..
Slowly, some trickle in shapes of a seed.
But the confusion still goes on.
Lonely and tired with nothing but a yawn.
I will never be understood
and things will never be as they should.
My rain fades into small parts,
upside down dividing like a broken heart.
My water curves my skin then disappears
leaving my face with dried rivers of broken tears
Every dropp is or has been a lost damaged emotion
Creating at my feet a sad and salty lonely ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem