You said
I was the sight and epitome of shame
The voice and resounding sound of pain
Now look, it's your fault and you are to blame
What a blessing it would be if I was lost...for good
Deep in my mind I said, does my presence evoke a stir so you are shook?
You said
I was a mind imprisoned, a festered state to comfort
A thought that bore no existence, a lost battle, too ruined a fort
a long parched season, a cold swamp that freezes a wart
What a blessing it would be if I was swept out to sea...in a storm
Deep in my mind I said, does my will to live confine your freedom?
You said
I was a scar that ever lived, a smile forever to be hidden
A face long forgotten, a memory never out for sharing
What a blessing it would be if I could be flushed out...for good
Deeply I said, I could've been all that but I know who I am - Indeed I do
To this day I say, a blessing is to be forgotten by you...for good
May 05
Sylvi, so many times I have heard those words, and felt the hurt. Thank you - I know I'm not alone. You are right we are strong.. xx
As a poet help us really a lot to penned our emotion and hurt inside our heart...writing helps so much to voice it out by penning it...and you penned it very well...thank you for sharing :)
Sylvi the hurt comes through, it must have been an appeasement for you. Well written now the hurt should be well forgotten, so leave it now. Bob
Sylvia a very poweful lost for good....i like it...thank you for sharing.
This reads like a vicious archaic curse and I like it for its power. Anger has to have a voice sometimes and you've given it one. I hope he didn't actually say too many of these things, though, Sylvi.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There seems to be a lot of negative feeling in this poem having read your other work I am not inclined to believe and put it down to variation of subject matter 10 Chris