Treasure Island

Alexander Povolotsky


Ghost In The Woods


We are naked and alone when we're not willfully born

And we are also alone when we die

And the same in between, every year on and on

No matter do laugh we or cry

How can I expect that I'll be understood

By your mind or by instinct of yours

When myself I feel lost in emotional wood

Where I am walking alone like a ghost

Where my jealousy fights with my faith and my trust

Where one part of me hopes that you love me in me, but another so painfully screams

That I'm just a placeholder in the world of your dreams

Unfulfilled by someone in your past!

When our bodies together are blending in one

Are you thinking of him, while keep holding me tight

Giving kindly to me what is his by his right

Who escaped from your hands on the run?

Submitted: Friday, April 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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  • Rabia Nadeem (4/28/2013 2:15:00 AM)

    this poem has such a deep meaning.i liked it alot.read and comment my poems too :) (Report) Reply

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