I am alone
Flustered
Helpless
Trapped in the box
Behind the walls
In the well
Under water
Suffocated
Dying second by second
'wish to feel that hand so soft and caring freeing me and taking me to her ever asuring world..' I thoought you could hv added the above.... Nice reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feeling of suffocation is offspring of loneliness. A nice and compact poem, Ayesha, but the line ' Behind the walls ' is unnecessary. Best Wishes. Naseer