Here's What I Was Thinking.... Poem by Cyrena Limage
Here's What I Was Thinking....
*(This poem is just a similar version of 'here's a thought' i had forgotten that i made two)
Here's what i was thinking...
Here on my bed,
Pondering on a thought,
This time, not weither or not to be dead
But, why can't i be fed.
Fed with the love of someone else's touch
Getting fat from the yearning that teenager's love so much
Growing three thighs from the hands i have'nt felt
I can't even stand up to ask for help
Everyone around me is fit and sexy
Their all gonna go to 'Victoria Secrets' but me
You see i'm becoming humongous from the lack of compassion
Which is converting my elements into science fiction
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:51:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And you know what Cyrena? I have been asking this very thing since I was 12. I am 61 and I still don't know the actual reason I was abandoned and shoved away from my mother's love, a love that should have been there unconditionally. But for a young teen to not have the love of someone else's touch, is just too agonizing to even think about, but yet, there are those of us who do think about it. A very nice piece and very emotional and descriptive too. A 10+++++ and thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara