Captive relationship
gift given leash
all interests slowly erased
till just one source of nourishment is left
Maladaptive Sun
isn't effective in helping growth
3 seedlings
feed and water
3 little suns are better than one
Getting close to the sun
is impossible
on such a short chain
Your decisions..always your decisions
Popped my bubble
planted me in a graveyard
surrounded by ghosts
your back turned
as I weep in the dark
Screaming I can't be here
Nobody sees
I wait 17 years for attention to arrive
Exhaustion overcomes
I end the farce
Catching my breath
while you run to find another to replace me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A nice thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.