Mind. Words swirling begging to be spoken.
Thoughts. Jumbled on the paper asking to be taken notice
of..to be communicated, to be understood, to be felt.
To be taken seriously, but not personally.
Not to be taken to the extreme, now to become yours,
to be twisted, turned against, and then thrown in my face.
To be cradled, to be shown kindness, to be loved.
Love. The only thing anyone yearns for.
Heart. Where that feeling is felt, where the thoughts begin.
Tongue. The grave yard of the thoughts never uttered.
Mouth. The wall that keeps it all in.
Paper. The last push.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some highlights fo me are: To be taken seriously, but not personally.(so true) Tongue. The grave yard of the thoughts never uttered. Mouth. The wall that keeps it all in. Paper. The last push. Vivid imagery really help to get your point across in this. Nice work, keep it up.