You brought me here to show me something
thinking I had frogotten?
Impossible.....
The nuances run through my veins like a slow morphine drip
incideous
surging
I am ensconsed in a familiar hazy reverie
Daily
nightly
at noon
and every hour, on the hour
So save the guided tour of a broken hearted misery
I live my grand folly
my mistake
my misguided, misunderstood misadventure
I am immortalized
not in stone or cold, heartless marble
But a flesh and blood effigy
a shadow
a whisper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very intense, Gainor!