Based on this prompt by @poetryprompts
LOST IN TRANSLATION
Something is lost between us
In the way foam disappears between ocean and sky
In the way heat doesn’t reach freezing snow
In the way falling leaves aren’t either the tree’s or the ground’s.
I speak to you in visions
Of blood and dark and knives
Of pain as deep as faraway black holes
And as present as my skull beating a drum beat against the pavement.
I don’t have the words to convey my suffering,
So I scream,
I can’t say how lost I am, so I ask to go home
While lying on my own bed,
I can’t tell you of my fear, so I writhe on the ground and let my body moan.
But you have no vocabulary
For my language of sorrows,
Your words are too little and too large,
I am swallowed by them and I flick them off like ants,
You speak in a tongue I don’t understand anymore
I speak the language of pain.
Is there anything
In the middle?
I would carve runes of blood on my body to make you understand,
I would paint with ochre on cave walls,
I would howl at the moon with no restraint.
Are you going to meet me
On the spider’s silk thread
Between madness and sanity?
I’ll wait for you there.
Ps. This is not a poem.
It’s a scream to try to convey
What is lost in translation.