reach in
deep in
the core of my heart
be flabbagusted by the absence of nonsense
be disgusted by the presence of nonsense
open the window to your soul and stare at the umbilical cord of my vitirious guilt being aborted.
see strings of abortion of my guiltbe refrigirated like bought assorted.
see lies that bind be cought by eyes
i mean eyes which are blind be restored by sight
that heart of a stone as if the cracken revived
humanitarians we are not are we emotionaly blind
our identity is lost are we awaiting to be found
reach in
deep in
the core of my heart
rip burst the cuticle that sheilds my heart
pin a straw to my heart like a bee sucking the life out of my finger, serving as punishment for stealing its honey.
from deep within it is blood which you will not find but sarrow and pain that shall be found
stare deep in the eyeballs of an aged woman
what do you see?
what the heart does not tell but what the eyes confess
so i dare you, whole heartedly to
reach in
deep in
the core of my heart
there are an archive of stories living beneath my ventricles
no memory loss shall erase them, they multiply like germs being fed flesh particles.
reach in
deep in
the core of my heart
A lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nice penned from the heart. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Mongezi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.