L'etranger

there are no more translators left to interpret feelings
that have become too profound
emotions that cannot be conjugated
like familiar verbs
still they heard it all before
under layers of pronouns,
and descriptive verbs
wouldn't explain
how it feels inside
different vocalist
same outline
still believing in the one
but they've heard it all before
accents of different dialects
the same character
as much as the synopsis changes
the more it stays the same
13 months?
perhaps its that four letter word
you vowed to never use
it changed you
makes you feel unfamiliar to yourself
not even aware that somehow
every word
every sentence
every conversation
ended in him
now understanding the loathing of those
victims, you were incapable of
using that four letter words
ghosts of the past came back to haunt
not so easy..
but the feeling remained the same
it was more then infatuation
there are no remedies
to take away the feeling
no pills,no strategies, nothing
strange how you were the last to understand
something so visible
to the others
they had heard it all before
maybe just maybe it WAS that four letter word
the issue?
yes you remember what the issue is
fallen ballerina
who became paralyzed by her Achilles heal
on the eve
to the soundtrack of her life
the one incapable of feeling that four letter word
had been temporary un-umbed
by a foreigner
a stranger
l'etranger
an outsider of the circle
was that the premises
of a battle
that got undefined?
changing colors between launches
but the feelings stay the same
prose, animes, vignettes and plays
the feelings are unchanged
-then tragedy hit-
sequence 4
the optimist died
your light somewhat dimmed
reincarnated as a masochist
living in a castle of a wall that almost touches the sky
blocking every element that lives in that four letter word
protective layers now
its hard to get through
doors shut like an elevator
you threw away your heart
somewhere between yearning and a heart now forever broken
hope seemed too unfamiliar
pieces shattered somewhere far
walk a thousand miles to outskirts
of brick layers and dirt roads
maybe in the townships or the coast of the sea
you won't find the pieces
you didn't even look
trapped in traditional fabrics
tapestries of unions formed without consent
secret buried beneath caskets
you see everything in front of your eyes
except the one you wants to see
him
l'etranger-