I've missed your metal fingers
I've missed their ghastly touch
I've missed the way they make me feel
When I already feel so much
Sometimes when I lay in bed
Thoughts of you swirl into my head
No one works with such precision
Only your and my decision
You have to face the world's derision
I face the world with my submission
They beat me down into a box
Without you, they can't give it locks
Nor can they take the keys from me
But I have given willingly
And I submit to lying here
Within this gloomy atmosphere
You can't come with me where I go
There's people that'll stop us, you know
People who pretend to care
People with colorful masks to wear
People who say, ''Such a shame''
People who ask, ''Who's to blame? ''
Pointing fingers at all they see
One at you and three at me
They don't seem to understand
What it is we have at hand
Lives are here, rotting away
In filleted layers we decay
I lie down and cross my arms
But the damage is done; so is the harm
It bites you back in two and three
So please, don't end up just like me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem, Angelique. I hope all is well. Thanks for sharing Peace