Herself, Myself... Poem by Ana Z. M.
Herself, Myself...
The words were perfectly turned into a weapon,
this weapon you used, killed my very best friend,
the scene was so awful, so horrible,
I persecutes me day and night,
like a flash back all the time..
she ran away,
leaving me with no clue at all of who I am?
what I am here for?
where am I heading to?
She is so afraid to come back,
even though I need her as a heart needs a beat,
she won't come back,
she is just a heart full of fears...
The bullet you used, was so real,
it went over the wind with such a speed,
she had no time to avoid it...
She, my friend, my self...
who betrayed me,
just because she gave herself to you,
and you gave her a shot..
is now seeking for someone else,
to become herself...
hoping it will heal the wounds you left...
Yes I am referring to myself as my bestfriend... that's why the poem is called herself, myself :) thanks for reading
Written with much depth and serious emotions... To lose someone you love vilolantly is one of the worst of emotions to overcome.... But I feel, somehow, this is fabricated with creative writting which shows your beauty in your imagery..... Ana, this is good........ Bonnie
Hey Ana my dear, are you referring to yourself or did you lost a friend, a real friend because there was somebody else who broke your heart or hers? My interpretation is very strong that it's you. Your best friend is yourself. Right or wrong? Anyway, this is a very good write...it makes the reader think deeply. Warm regards,
Powerful write, Ana...to lose a friend for no fault of yours causes pain...good use of simile like- i need her/ as heart needs a beat...good piece...i liked...10
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I would like to translate this poem
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'leaving me with no clue at all of who I am? what I am here for? where am I heading to? ' hey this is exactly how i felt, after my friend lady with the iron fist left me... she used to be a great friend.. but now gone.. and used to asked the same questions from me.. who i m, ? what i m here for? every one ask such questions all the time friend... this a nice beautiful, moving write as always 10+++ with love shan