“Give me a second” I said as he left
And he stopped
I stood there praying for death
Cos only death could stop this thing
This vice grip around the heart in my chest
“Just wait one more second” I pushed him away
And he looked at me wounded
Before walking away
Just one more second I’ve got something to say
But first I need a second to pray
That something will take this vice grip away
“I need some more time” I begged and pleaded
But time was really the last thing I needed
Really I should have asked like he did
I pushed him so why was I shocked I'd succeeded?
This is interesting. Is it a symbol of some part of life, or straight from the imagination?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What were you feeling? Was it trapped? moyaxx