For a second I believed,
The thought of you needing me,
But it was a cry; in the darkened sky,
Those words were nothing to see,
This lesson I have learned,
Comes with more I have not earned,
Pen and paper, for now and later,
Feel the feelings so scorched and burned,
I'm buried with an option,
I feel alive but barely conscious,
The aching heart; two worlds apart,
Slowing down, in yield of caution,
All the pain I must relive,
Though I take I try to give,
It's haunting me, taunting me,
Is this how I was supposed to live?
This last door for which I close,
No way in, for no one knows,
The bounty I'm in; sins to begin,
Suffering from all the highs and lows,
Saved by the bottle, yet again,
For here I am, I must amend,
Release the bond, for tales to fond,
Of age I grow, for life I descend,
So may I lie here at the bed of defeat?
Close my pride, finally end this sheet?
So many pages, been blank for ages,
Cry to me, for my heart's deceased!
Thanks for this wonderful poem which has mesmerized me to read it again and again. The poem may have a desperate situation as a backdrop but the narrative is full of energy. Great piece of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe your anger is an outreach for love. Great poem. Thanks. T.