I'm drowning. So much gray water around me
it has covered the sky it soaks into the submissive earth
as I am absorbing your advices and prescriptions on how to live.
They are kind, so where is my resistance coming from?
There is nobody around me and I think the Earth is not round
I can even see its end where the water spills out into space.
I am drowning. Nobody notices my fingers sticking above the surface,
trembling, or maybe they are striking the invisible keys
Playing the Love Sorrow*
I am looking out for something to hold on to,
a razor or coarse hands of those
in a lifeboat sitting comfortably.
Only stumps, prosthetics, suddenly they all disappear.
Tricks and illusions.
I'm always in denial.
Roaring waves, tons of water
And words, kisses, hate, and apologies,
which were washed out by frequent usage.
I have to find a strong branch and hold to it
so the water will not touch my feet,
It will not swallow me into its vortex.
I will be hanging like this and praying
that you will start to read my poetry
*Kreisler-Rachmaninoff Liebesleid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Basia, your poem tropical depression really spoke to the strong efforts on your part to work through what sounds like some issues and difficulties in within your life. I was impressed by the strength I felt from this piece even though I could also hear the pain. Beautifully done!
Thank you, Kathy, for having taken your time to give me your valuable feedback on the quality of my poem. It means a lot to me.