ah dream
baby, sweet dreams
but I don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to close my eyes
I might forget our dream
I won’t be able to
see you anymore
ah dream
it may disappear
oh sweet sleepy childish face
.
I can’t make up my mind
the poem in a flash passing
a flurry of faces
up in the air
the breathless verses
spitting black smoke across the blue cool
hues of the sky
a bird
lighter than springtime
white sheets of paper
like a white dress
like dark eyes weeping
the poems
lay scattered on the ground
damp and wet
somewhere far away
in a sporting arena
the grass no longer grows
nothing left but a naked looming frame
tried to hold onto what’s left of its pride
praying still for a miracle
from the fallen poem
sproutings
touched you
with a finger
.
am I dreaming
or was it some kind of
comatosed hallucination
waking up the day after to find
nothing
sleep have separated us
that’s the reason why I hate sleeping
I’m worried as soon as I open my eyes at dawn
you are gone
ah love
.
an empty cup
once upon a time full of passion
now full, spilling
darkness
the terrifying emotions
sometimes
all I need to do is see my reflection
at the bottom of the cup
once again
each time when there’s a new moon
the cup is unrecognisable
and I dare not look
baby, it is the reflection of you
at the bottom of the cup
in the most insane dream
.
I’m still in my mother’s womb
Can you see me?
Am I there?
Or am I gone?
Where am I?
Am I still happy?
Beyond the laughter, can you still hear anything?
but what I will refuse to accept is that
I want to die
I will, under my breath say
– I’m okay
Ah the angels, where are you?
just the other day, you were all here
But now, I can’t find you?
Will you be able to rescue me?
I don’t think so
can you discern the fading light
the gradual illumination of darkness
don’t think for a moment
that I mean the opposite
that it’s sarcasm
don’t ask me if I’m okay
I’m exhausted from all the lies
my brain is struggling to survive
but my heart is struggling to die
it’s tired
Am I laughing or crying?
Am I trying again or have I given up?
Am I falling or am I flying?
I forget that I have not lived
death have turned into a dream
Am I capable of letting anything go?
Can I simply breathe?
Was I not born into this world so that I may die?
But for the moment, I’m not allowed to leave my mother’s womb
my mother have not given birth to me so that I could die
.
one more breath before I die
What will happen if this is my choice?
a cut or mere graze on the flesh
Or just a door someone left open?
a teardrop, a scream
Or was it just a dream?
What if it’s not a dream?
Will you still miss me?
even though we’re not alike
and tomorrow as you open your eyes
and I’m still asleep
don’t cry
I’m high up in the air like the stars
peacefully hidden somewhere
please come
rescue me
because I can’t breathe
I can’t die
I’m still inside
my mother’s womb
—
February 2024
Source: I’m still inside my mother’s womb – Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm




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