You, Listless [Translated from the French] How the gods beguile hurt; I know there’s someone else, surely— Someone worth their charity; How the earth seems styled— Formed—to perform indecency; How pain is paint on the face of despair. I know sometimes someone isn’t fair; Love’s layered in veils, Each tale a tear trampling our stares; How life lecherously levels its feel, Plays with a goal to steal; How bright our world burns until I glow but am not seen. “Someone” seems an obscure Word to draw from my well When the ink’s returned to its shell; Purple creatures usurp all our hurts, Blaming the poet for their wounds. How a name becomes a thorn To someone unknown… Now, I’m a vow unsworn. Share:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) Related August 6, 2014 Categories: Poetry