This is what my heart cannot take,
the grizzly thoughts enter my mind
with such force a horror movie replaying
slowly over and over in my head,
thou my fear be not murder blood shed
nor even death at times all these
are a welcoming thought, no my fear
is that of losing, losing the one that
I had invested so much heart and soul,
is history repeating? The Marathon
for the destruction of my heart is
constantly in progress and the participants
constantly ahead stepping on it, and
done with such ease that at times all
thoughts are pointing to surrender,
should I? Every thought says yes,
yet my heart says no, heart says
hold on...the heart is always right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem