Hidden in my closet I keep
A pair of boots with heels so steep
How I dread their pointed end
Shudders up my spine they send
Made of metal and nine inch long
Come to use when I sing a sad song
Silver ashes of resentment I swallowed
In pain and agony I sat and wallowed
Out of my eyes tears like silver bullets race
Like lead balls they rolled down my face
My skin so sensitive felt their burns
Right and left, they took their turns
It was my choice to love you, but
Now in your face my heart I will shut
Slowly I reached out to the lonely pair
And like a dagger it fell from the air
Into my heart it landed
I did it single handed
I do not know now what hurts more
Leaving you, being with you, or
The steep pain of the pointed heel
That in my heart I am doomed to feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silver ashes of resentment I swallowed In pain and agony I sat and wallowed Out of my eyes tears like silver bullets race Like lead balls they rolled down my face sweet stanzes..i really enjoyed this poem very much.. well wriiten..impressive..hmmm sweet 10/10+++++++