It’s ten at night
A day is over as it might
The night promises so many
Not been fulfilled in any
I’m to ask him to show his face
An urge to look between the lips
And
It’s a face full of fear;
His hand forbidding coming closer;
To look into the eyes where
The caustic smile hidden
Behind controlled tears.
What people think
He had a life or a double death.
Waiting for the night again
Waiting for a borrowed heaven!
The last stanza is marvellous: 'What people think He had a life or a double death. Waiting for the night again Waiting for a borrowed heaven! '. Enjoyed this piece.
so much agony hidden in between the lines...the commencing lines really hurt...promises live, dying...in between life and death is expectant yearning losing out slowly bitterly...poem painfully expressive...highly introspective 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing thought....a sublime poem.....superb. Thank you very much.