Nyns esov certan a pe gorfennys an bardhonek ma, mes onan a skrifis nans yw nebes misyow yw orth styrya omglowansow a dhistyryans, yn arbennek orth assaya omwellhe.
I'm not sure if this poem is finished or not, but I wrote it a few months ago reflecting on feelings of insignificance, especially when trying to improve.
Dassettya gorheryow lagas gans plastervordh
Ny allav gweles
Der an golow garow
A wra bothel y'm besyon
Ha my owth assaya anweles
Pub tra y hunrosis vy anodho
Ha my owth assaya andhyski
Pub dyskans a gemeris byth
Ha my owth assaya kemeres delergh
Pub anal a wastis vy
Orth assaya gwellhe ow honan
Dhe vos par a hwansow tus erel
Ha ponya pell dhe dhownderow
Dewlagas na dhege namoy
| Replacing eyelids with plasterboard I can't see Through the harsh light
That's blistering my vision
As I try to unsee
Everything I've been dreaming of
As I try to unlearn
Every lesson I ever took
As I try to take back
Every breath I've wasted
On trying to improve myself
To match the desires of others
And run far into the depths
Of eyes that no longer close |
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