when
The night wake me up cold as ice
stretching its grips over my pillow
rustling ~ pain, sweetness sounds~
I am so comfortable welcome
on my room
But
there, you Hate me
i melted myself being able
in several tiny drawers
to hide, dusty woman ~ an outsider ~
dividing me – tearing me in pieces -
no blood, no sound, discreet
i think i don’t fit in so much darkness
(don’t know if is
the space or me)
even that way
one sickly ravishment alight on me!
let me enjoy on it, in my somber soul
when I passed by you in white clouds ~ you are ~
when you passed by me just
a stranger with nothing to give
hate me like that! Just a bit!
I will be the space either dark or light i can endure it...hate me or love me well i dont care as long there is feeling to me, mean i am alive hahahahaha_Soul
one can not escape the past or hide ones feelings compartmentally. the stranger you pass is yourself in the mirror. nicely done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hate and love are powerful emotions... Yet love for me is always the winner... I love your poem... Great work...