It walks by your hanging head,
transparent shame,
unholy bed.
There in your mind
the thoughts they turn...
what lies will form,
what blame be fed?
Then one sweet grasp at sanity,
a quiet repose...
till lying dread,
all cautions of the burning dread
that follows through
with words unsaid
into a mind of secrecy.
'Twill lend no ear
to silent sounds
for ever distant sighs abound...
the guilt of lust.
Self can't release
to love,
the peace,
the former trust.
Self can't release to love, the peace, the former trust. unholy bed There in your mind These are the phrases I like best, and look! they make a small and lovely poem when you put them together! Lovely work Sally!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh My God, this poem gave me the chills! ! But all the same: A Fab Piece! ! :)
Thanks for your reaction, Scarllet