Pulling Out The Shards
Date: May 23,2011
I covet his sweet hungry lips
Cling fast to the fire
I can't forsake the memories
The need of him…desire
I yearn to revel in the heat
Embrace it long and tight
I can't put out the eager flames
That warm me through the night
I know it's wrong to hanker on
In envy of such prize
But I can't train my rambling heart
Or tame my wandering eye
I hear him on the whispering winds
And taste him in the rain
He fulfills such simple joys
A need…I can't explain
I'll never touch his shielded soul
My heart deterred no less
For midnight dreams keep burning bright
And never let it rest
Still I go, in blinding snow
And lay down with the knife
To cut myself, time and again
Forever clinging tight
Fate has dealt a losing hand
But still I hold it fast
And stand each day in bitter rain
That falls like broken glass
I rise each morn, in spite of pain
In search of his regard
And end each day, the same old way
Still pulling out the shards
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Copyright © 2011 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
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I would like to translate this poem
Were all pulling out shards of glass. Some more then others. When the pain is completely gone. It must feel like a blissful utopia. You must be either dead or numb not to feel that kind of pain. Their are those who live to feel it. And their are those who don't want to feel at all. But as much it aches with each breath you take, it means you are still alive. And as such it would be a waste to go out in such a way. Good Poem, Cheers! ! !