no let ups, incessant, maddening
this unpredictable phase, popping up, changing, fading
havent i been here long enough in your fool's masquerade
wore each and all of your mask in this labyrinth ball, but for whom
alone in your confining call
well i guess, for you, all is for you
like this mark on my cheek was caused by your slap
and me dragging myself are rewarded by claps
all is for you
me and my numbered days
all is for you
me and my crooked ways
all is for you
The handing over of the innerself is well narrated in this poem with some beautiful lines that are very well deified in this poem.....10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Comatose. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.