We can't get back there.
The rusty locks on the open door
will keep us out forever,
and all we had is fading
in the darkness of the room
left cold and abandoned
by each soft hurt.
Walk foward with pride
for all you can now achieve.
Don't look back,
don't stain your hands
on the rusty locks of memories.
Keep that barren room,
at the back of your heart,
firmly closed
behind it's black door.
19/7/09
The phrase 'left cold and abandoned with each soft hurt' is inspired Viola - in fact the whole poem speaks loudly to the reader of lost love - but with the positive outlook brought forward by the final lines it lifts the piece to a lighter read too.... well written - - - 10 + + + from Fay.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sanity the main event to gawk at such a non-existent door and that too tightly shut with connivance of moist love created what madness …. move on [Chris is right V your absences are felt :) ]