The Departure [A cathartic text]

_{I never call my poems "poems", I call them "cathartic texts". This is the rough translation of one of them.}

Source

You misassumed yourself, fool
and now you do not know how to get rid of the mask
how to rinse -your face of assumptions.

Worms crawl inside in your ears
while you write the letter
that you never finish,
that you never send

Keep at it, little fool
keep writing it
keep listening to your voice,
rereading you,
pleasuring you with words
with cathartic vomit

Do not look for answers
You just wish to invoke the echoes
and accentuate the "ifs"

Keep asking yourself

You'll end up listening to Morrissey
lying in bed,
writing the letter.
You will reach twenty seven
and you will have turned forty years of loneliness,
singing to your mother -Oh, mother!
that you already know
that is over

You are going to send the letter
and at the end
the mask is going to fall,
the pleasure is going to be over
and you will not know what to do with so many questions
and so, finally
you will learn
how to build the void

My series of bilingual writings: Deliriums

Primer Delirio | First Delirium
Segundo Delirio | Second Delirium
Tercer Delirio | Third Delirium
Cuarto Delirio | Fourth Delirium
Quinto Delirio | Fifth Delirium
Sexto Delirio | Sixth Delirium
Séptimo Delirio | Seventh Delirium
Another bilingual poem: Misery

My Philosophy related posts:

Philosophizing Part I
Philosophizing Part II
Philosophizing Part III

Other posts:

Extract of an essay: Rhizome
Untold story of an aching soul deserted to the void
Untitled poem
Broadway Enthusiast Catalog: Waitress The Musical

Thanks for reading

Alicia xx