I am still feverish from the venom of your sting
The poison still runs in my veins
I’m too weak to fight it
It makes me want to lash out at you
It makes me want to hurt you as you did me
I am still delirious and in my rambling I hiss like you
But when I feel a little stronger
When I am a little less confused
The snake coils back to its dark hole that is you
And I know I’m slowly recovering.
I am on my way back to clemency
But you, still bound by malice, are a spineless reptile.
The poison still runs in my veins I’m too weak to fight it It makes me want to lash out at you It makes me want to hurt you as you did me the inebriate of love of snakes and its toxicity still pasess in our culture of war and fights, it really with our blood we are really like snakes, this poet makes in verses The poison still runs in my veins I’m too weak I love this writes and keep it with my lovable poem.........
Nice use of metaphors, Ghada... well worded and blunt. Good write! Brian
Nice use of metaphors, Ghada... well worded and blunt. Good write! Brian
not a bad rite if u lie snakes, and let them go curl up in their hole....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great metaphorical write. Hits the bulls eye… wonderful