Am a victim of love
i have played, i have been played.
Now its enough, i have had it.
Even though my heart thumps,
like a silent foot step
late for a Saturday night communion
and my legs weary grow weary.
I cannot find the right word
to help me sing my sorrows,
my worst nightmare stare,
at me like a Hollywood movie,
moving 25 frames per second,
through my dreaded mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Nana. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.