I am the center of the circle you built
And you are my every side
But within this circle, I lost my shape
Enjoy watching me dancing in your palm.
I choose this suicidal morgue,
Where my deepest-me was burned
Though I couldn’t scream, eating my tears away.
Don’t you recognize!
Watch me as I am
How myself dance, begging you to please dance for me too.
Listen to my tears, read each every drop
I don’t know what it shape like but
I was dancing through this circle
Where I slowly lost my parts
You are my killer, you are my killer
My suicidal morgue.
Powerful emotions flowing through the words... You have made your suicidal morgue within his palms... Beautiful..captivating... I have a poem..MY SUICIDE..in different perspective with yours..with mine..suicide because of his death..hope you'll like.. Love this poem...
Deep well written words Reina...thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
R eading through it e very stanza captivates i nflecting true emotions n on can ever repulse a nd could believe till death!