Ashamed Poem by Crimson Love
Ashamed
Ashamed of myself,
How could I?
Crestfallen, I do hang My head,
Despondant I seem to be,
My heavyhearted sigh of melencholy,
Humms through the ears of all those watching me,
They shall see the wretchedness that has become Crimson,
They see all I can be,
A forlorned heart inconsolable by any.
perhaps watch me long enough,
a slight movement might be seen.
I've been there. good write. you express the thoughts well!
Great poem about how one feels that everyone feels dissapointed in them when they are truly ashamed. You feel like the whole world should frown upon you, don't you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:26:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There is truth in the poem there I will quote famous lines of John Keats 'Beauty is truth and truth is beauty! Yes when we loose the dearest profound grief is felt in everywhere - A-Z in our body. Hello Juvenile Lady You did produce the magic of romanticism. Great work carry on with :) :) :)