I feel empty inside,
banished from your life.
Here am breathing and talking
with malignant humor.
While this hollow within me
grows like a tumor.
Although I surround myself
with distractions.
All I can do is regret
my past actions.
The blade did feel sharp
on my wrist.
Yet my desire to escape
did persist.
Now I can't look myself
in the eye,
'cos I had written me off
and said goodbye.
Still I never dreamt,
you'll leave me for good.
For I always thought that
you understood.
This ache within me,
I have always borne.
My heart's ever
impaled against a thorn.
Now I have to live
with this demon inside.
Locked in a tale of
blatant lies.
The poetic confessions on auto suggestions and illusive inhibitions are never to depress you dear poet. The quality of thoughts intense will make 'you' a better poet perhaps.'Your' vehemence and phase of woes self inflicted otherwise are just going to fade. A metal burning in the fire gets strengthened and shaped well.Similarly the 'speaker' in the poem will be blended well soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good confession. Congratulation. I love it. I would like to invite you to read my poems and comment.