I feel like exploding
I feel like imploding
Because of this burning urge
With the ability to charge.
Should I touch it?
Or,
Should I leave it?
'cause it's so hot
but my desire's on a high note.
My hands are cold,
So cold
My heart is hot,
Burning hot.
If only I could teach
My trembling hands
To hold a pen
Or the burning heart
To forget and doubt,
I could quench this fire within
And defeat this burning urge in me.
lovely poem, the last stanza summarize the whole thing wonderfully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good depiction of primal curiosity - a burning ferocity capable of consuming one's dignity, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Teddy. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.