Most times I wish -within me-
That I could have, before me, strings
Strings attached to my heart
To the inner most -darkest parts
So I could control; and guide
I would put my heart on a stage,
Play it by the puppeteer's string
Then, I'd sit back, recline nd rock
But I'd be the only audience watching
And my heart-the only performer
On stage, in that fascinating show,
If I can do it right, I'd shade spots
Where evil -still in embryo- hides,
Where concealed anger is sired,
Where negativity takes refuge
In the end, I'd let curtains fall
Walk my heart home-home to me
There, it will fill with a new feeling
Because after it's said and done
This heart will love forever-and hate no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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