you show me a scar
in your heart,
you assure yourself it was once the wound
of things that ended
years ago
of the wound
that i inflicted
you had anger and
now when we meet again
you are smiling
you now
have happiness beside him and your children
i look deeper inside your eyes
showing you also my scars
in my own way of telling you about
my loneliness for years
accumulating like layers of mud and
rocks
this loneliness
that never ends like doors that always open
to the night skies
without stars
on the surface of my skin
lies a wound that never heals
you caused it too
but i did not tell you
let them believe that i am the guilty party
the fault of your earth
the murderer convicted but was never heard
i smile at you this day
i am happy on this casual meeting
it will be the last
i am dressed but i am not prepared to go anywhere
on the surface
how can you see what is on this deep
sinking eyes?
the sharks, the pointed rock, the deaths on the ocean floors
the corpses there rotting
unearthed unnamed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting, although a little smoothness could help. try just writing with your feelings, when you have to, if somethings missing go over it later