i am home... misery old friend, i failed you. i turned my back on you and shamed you. i pained you- when he called me beautiful.. claim me as your own again. envelop me in your bosom and i will re-define you- add more depth to your pain than youd ever achieve alone.. i have come to stay..
The metaphorical value of this poem is priceless as it bends in its own circle of sorrow and very emphatic in the end. Keep writing but avoid certain errors like (he) in the middle of it all........it must be you..I think. Regards, arya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice to stay in any one's heart.