If your Demon's secrets,
Were tossed on a throne,
Would the Devil
Toss you aside,
Or claim you as his own?
If the chains on your heart
Could twist and unravel,
Would the preacher smile
And bless,
Or would the Judge
Throw the gavel?
Crowded memories
I'm searching
For some brain freeze
Inside this rusty head.
If your Mom was still pretty
And your Dad hadn't passed
Would the Island inside
Your glass mind,
Steady at last?
If time that had gone
Could creep back in and save
The innocence inside of you
Would it smile and wave?
Or would the hands
On the clock
Move faster,
Trying to erase
The chapters I have written
Before I met you.
Crowded memories
I'm searching
For some brain freeze
Inside this rusty head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem dear Ma'am Chris....10+++++++++++