It’s time to go back to school…Birthday maybe in April…no fool this way…
This garden has been growing for a while…weathered many of storms
It’s not worth telling a lie
There is some doubt about what this is
Peaking out trying to get a clear view
It’s dark in here shine some light
Heart ache… trying to abstain
Knowledge of the past…is it coming into the present
Feelings from the soul…do not want to resent
Stuck in this mental box
Cramped and small…truth…not telling it all
Please shed some light into this dark room
Indiana Jones…ripped my heart and set it on fire
In a grave yard of bones of sin and deceit…
Buried alive with hurt and pain…this needs to be explained
Out of the darkness… need to be lead…be light and show the way
On the threshold of Love and Hate
This is where emotions are living
locked in a closet full of darkness
(Jen of Poetry/2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem