my heartbreak cannot be stitched
or darned like an old gray sock
it looks just like the picture
with a lightning bolt down the middle
this is not the first time at all
I left the farm and saw New York
and knew I could never be satisfied
regardless of weather or fortune
the heart can only take so much
like a horse that wants to run
like a boat jumping a wave
the heart rocks like a Ferris wheel
it tumbles like a mountain rockslide
tears fall and burn the landscape
then I clutch my chest and know
the bullet has passed clean through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is superb. So beautifully expressed. You speak for a lot of us here. A big 10
Thanks Nosheen. I wrote this one several years ago. I appreciate your comments.