Well I've been feeling a lot like the tin man these days
Sometimes the past just bears down on me
like a hangnail
My normally warm heart gets cold and metallic
My warm blood is like slow rivers of liquid nitrogen
Forgive me for the days that you sit and wait
For me to let you in
I'm just not the most hospitable
Host to hold these days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the articulation and penning of the poem. A simple story very well rendered. Thanks for sharing.