It is a process, you see…
First it starts with a deep realization
so deep that it is easy to ignore,
and you do,
you do,
you ignore it,
but then it becomes stronger,
until it requires active thought …
You analyse all the details
you play out certain scenarios in your
head, your heart heavy at the outcome…
then you play out some more scenarios
which you pull from your wild imaginations
but yet you still have the same result –
like a loaded dice which keeps on falling
on the same number,
and the number is zero..
zero chance of survival for this love
zero tolerance for cry babies
and your heart becomes even heavier
until it drops into your shoes -
they are red,
your shoes,
but they are not for dancing
they are filled with pain
I think you have read into many minds and hearts here Yuri. Sigh. A masterful penning. x
I admire your strength...'Zero chance of survival...zero tolerance...' thanks
ouch, i hear ya.....i've weighed out the options in my head before.....but there's always new love (make sure to include that option) ...excellent poem though, brought me into your heart a little i think
A rather sad poem full of feeling and well layed out, we all know the feeling to well kismet around the corner Chris 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have captured my heart, letting go.... everyone should read. a very beautiful poem... thank you