Your heart
Binds me.
Makes me feel
Inexplicably whole sometimes
On the other hand.
Or,
Hart...
My emotions run too fast for me.
Fleeting through the darkwood of my mind
Rushing towards distant safety,
Hunted by the threat of rational thought
And when you let me think
About all the reasons we can't thrive together
The arrow slices through the sides of these desperate pleas
And leaves their blood soaking the ground
While still they run,
untamed by the near footsteps of death
Calling their names in seduction
Then shooting as they turn
And as these runaway whims fall
Heavily to the forest floor
The hunter stills his hand in mercy
And leaves them to crawl
Drowning
In the certainty of what will come
But
Hoping
That they will be saved
Come the light of day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem