I have things to tell you,
Things that will lead to a permanent closure.
Lifting cut glass from the skin,
Healing, forgetting.
But the prospect isn't sunny.
I need a shroud to slink in,
Weaving mystery of what may happen.
The pain is a reminder,
You are attainable, yet unattainable,
I can, yet I don't.
An odd sense of power,
Power of unspoken emotions.
I need a shroud to slink in, Weaving mystery of what may happen. The pain is a reminder, i need a shroud...... fine expressions and images.. thank u dear poet. tony
A refined poetic imagination, Raihana. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true and relevant, well done