.....in silence
You asked me to watch
You self-destruct
in silence.....
Some images just don’t burn and
Helpless hands always yearn
I wipe my cheeks of phantom tears
‘til my skin’s rubbed raw by obsession
Just like you, their presence no more,
their past life hauntingly detected
A fantastic poem in metaphor to d wry usage of haunting obsesion! Wow!
Great poem full of many meaning as all good poems are Thanks for sharing BB : O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Some images just don’t burn and Helpless hands always yearn' Very nicely said! A nice poem.