I'm writing this poem
behind the red curtains
of a left theaters stage,
I hear nothing but the rain.
I think about the last time I've been to this place,
childhood memories are there again.
I wore grey long sleeved shirt
and it was kinda hot up here.
I look through the curtains
where I see my sisters reflection o the wooden floor,
I want to tell her to leave
but right now I feel unable to speak.
I look through the fences of the stage
and I go to the place
where I stood the last time,
it feels like a magical fairytale.
I touch the crimson curtains
and now I feel the past
but they smell terrible
and now I know the past passed.
I let my life pass by in pictures
childish hope, childish thoughts,
I try to find something up here
that's caught anywhere in the last few years.
Then there was a change
but I don't want to waste a line for it here,
I think back on the white dress
I wore once here.
I get up and touch
the curtains
once more
then I walk through a small door.
Now I think back on you, once more
I feel the endless pain that doesn't go away.
I need to come undone
I need to let the past fade.
I think about you
and now I cry.
I need to let these old things pass
they need to become a part of the past.
But I love you and I want you to be right there by my side
so I go back
to touch these crimson curtains
once more, for a last time.
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Wo0o0o0o0o0o0o0w that's all what I can say, incredible write, and amazing painting, keep up that kind of work, I'm trying to reach that level of writing. May Allah bless you :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully expressed.. Loved it..