need to borrow your comforter
for fear is chasing me from within
I need to borrow the pain
that my chicken-shit side-stepping has caused you
Need to borrow the darkness
that seep from your silent cell phone
And having you thus depraved
Need to borrow stillness of your face
To honour my nondescript tomb
Rehan-thank you for your kind words about my poem, Thanks For Calling'. I read 'Acceptance' and was moved. It made your comment about my own little piece even more meaningful, as you obviously have a lot of insight and knowledge. -Diana
Deep imagery, creative use of language.
This is absolutely amazing, the words chosen and imagery here are incredible and the feelings of regret and wish to redeem and correct matters said in a magnificent way. i love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'fear is chasng me from within'...must admit that makes me envious..wish id come up with that one...lol...kudos..written like a true martyr upon the alter of guilt. i espscially like the saucy touch about borrowng the bereaved comforter...! cheeky even in acceptance? : -)