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Translate – A Poem

sad-girl
Girl (Courtesy: Pixabay)

They look at me
As if I cannot see
My face burns
I feel envy.

My pain doesn’t translate
Into words that hate
Stand Up For
Or, Look Away
We dance this number
Of People’s Play.

It would be easy
If it only hurt
But, I feel queasy
Can’t feel the earth.

I am your Laughing Stock
If I could turn the clock
I wish these memories locked
Blocked inside the girl you mock.

But, I can’t translate your spite
Your language pains
Makes me worse for rhyme.

In this hour, when
I feel so weak
Thinking of you
I cannot sleep.

A year from now
I’ll see your face again
I’ll be stronger though
In mine you’ll trace the pain.

Read my last poem: Folk Song

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Writer, Blogger, Kate Bush Fanatic

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