Lost In Translation
Day to day.
I reflect on what was
The former amusement
On my called, ecstasy.
It was like a goddess of dawn,
Yet a daze of a cautionary tale.
A quaint moment for a reflecting smile,
But the pressure into a tangled maze that leads to nowhere.
A mesmerizing resemblance of paradise,
Yet hollow darkness that had no ending.
Hankering those feelings.
I understand today
That those unrespected hours,
Were all feckless,
And thrown out like a wet dog.
Every sun risen moment.
I became torn between
My longed for fairy tale
And this tale off foolishness
Creating a sense of emptiness, inside.
Day to day.
I reflect on what was
The former heartache
Of my called, momentary insanity.
Emotions, concealed beneath bitter wounds
Cease my desired fairy tale.
Yet, I longed to cross course
But questioned my freedom within.
None could bring about my downhearted brink.
None, but the burden
Who shattered beliefs.
Now, day to day.
I must stop!
For all, has been
Lost, in translation
Copyright © Katie Kraychir | Year Posted 2009
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