My soul lies as dead
Numb to the touch
Cold to the heart
Elastic bands stretch my legs
To the non-existent song
The morbid tune that sways in your head
My life beats
Like a drum
There is no song that I can sing
There is no love - no lie to feed me.
Stretch out your arms and dare to keep me.
Your lips they kiss but
They slip and hide your darkest fears
Your tangible side.
Silver strings
Bend my arms
Tilt and stretch
Swaying like a willow
Fingers down
I scream and shout
To the hesitant sound
The staccato beat
Beneath my feet that flips and wails
And I move in ways
That don't appeal
To the most intimate corner of my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are an awsome poet Joanna.. i know these poems aren't the most happiest ones ever but they are great and only few will understand that :) ... Thankyou