clautrophobicized
by others' doubts
Pondering my eyes
scrutinizing my soul
and how the thread
between us two
is really tiny
invisible to the naked eye
and perhaps invisible to magnifier's eyes
and how I cannot feel
a leaf of presence from you now
and how I cannot breathe
and how wrong it appears
when I speak about it
and I don't really understand why
If this faint feeling of hope
like a dew-drop
refreshening my mind
warming my heart
as the sun does to the earth
in summertime
when birds sing
and everything sounds just right
and scented the proper way
and mellow
If the faint feeling
of you
will leave me
I think that
I'm gonna die
somewhere inside.
Is the whole world really screaming 'let go'?
Is she really winning you?
Do you really want this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good write, I like this, thanks.