Do you still remember me, she asked
and tried with her eyes to meet his gaze
But he was looking for a window
to see outside, as far as possible
She never understood how her body
a living cell was for him
her long, so much bright, hair
bars that hold him detained
her eyes, with all their colours
locks that without a key
that couldn't break,
her arms and her legs,
weapons of a cruel torturer
If he remembered her, she asked
How can someone forget
his own prison?
Kostas, this is one poem I wish I have thought of and have written. The sentiment you have expressed is surely a universal one. Well done dear friend! 10+
How can someone forget his own prison? emotions, thinking, experiences that linger in the soul. th a nk u dear poet father. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent piece......enjoyed it....thank u..