My pain grows deeper as your voice rises,
As sanity bounces off weary blue walls, I paint
a fleeting glimpse of an absurd woman. I stumble
to find a matching sarcophagus, to preserve
what remains of my futile beauty, as my insides
prepares to mummify and weave their way into
red dust. Common and forgotten, as a two lane
Louisiana road.
It's always been a lie, the part about sticks and
stones and those words that aren't supposed to
hurt, they maim and break even the most
caring soul. When everything has been taken,
there is nothing left to lose.
My eyes are shallow and my smile is quite rare,
I'm cold as marble, frozen and petrified to move.
Night is my ally. My dreams sympathize with me,
they console me. My reprieve passes quickly, as the
brazen sun taunts me with her depressive light.
Another day of war waits for me, with no allies to
rescue me. I fade away at Normandy and become
missing in action.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very evocative Robin.................