contractual habit we took oath for, what on earth can make you forget it
rental asked was prepaid in heavy sighs,
the grassland you showed to me
tha attic, that attic, you said was a hidding room
window sil with the pot of pitunias
sole candlestand, there was drippingwax on it,
i saw it
tenant, renounced it, vacant it is,
staircase going to the clouds
all was to be mine, you, but you,
kept a room locked,
i percept it a cosy corner,
a logbook said my day of occupation
i made it my coffin, i gave it my whole
eerie, efface, haunted, effigy of a someone
solemn sermons all day long, drummed out, from
that room that you kept locked from me, i am sueing contractual break.....
This is an interesting poem with some graphic images about staircases and secrets, about contracts and locked doors. Your writing has passion and intensity. I enjoyed this one. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a stairway to heaven come to eternal bliss each has its own road our time has yet to come