He is like a sting
That comes in my heart
He constantly clings
And binds with my soul.
He’s a poison
Yet still I keep him
In my thoughts yet no reason.
I don’t want him out of me.
Bewildering it is
For I keep him
Yet, My tears keep on flowing.
What menace has he?
His poison so delicate
Has captivated me severely.
Endless craving of mine
For him to draw near.
“Let my sight form your image”
My heart beats.
“I‘m tired of searching for you in rage”
My mind speaks.
What else is there for me?
Let me ease the dagger
Of his poison where I can’t be freed.
Now, the breath of pensiveness I breath.
He is far in destruction
Yet, I still keep him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. i like this one alot! thank you.