Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deepness of meaning.
They turn me into something,
That you do not want me to become.
It's an escape from myself
Into me deep inside.
I run from you into my depths.
And this escape saves me
In a certain place,
Where nothing changes.
Those who can save me are
Either the memories,
Or the forms of air,
Or the forms in forms......
Poem by Marieta Maglas
memories like scars remain, as in life we trudge on, leaving them to be only memories.........and move on.great poem, marieta.
It's an escape from myself Into my deep inside. I run from you into my depth. And this escape save me.... profound. a moving poem...
Those that can save me there are Either the memories, Or the forms of air, Or the forms in forms.......it is simply an escape routes. words have deep meaning and doubled weapon and can play havoc too.. only our self assessment and memoirs can help us to a happy state....10 read mine i am novice....innocence regained....
‘…Those that can save me there are // Either the memories, // Or the forms of air, // Or the forms in forms...... It is very well conceived and to identify from ‘forms’ Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK
Memories is all what we have in the end. Beautiful feel is their n this write. Truly poetic.
words cant be deleted, , cant be erased if this is said and spoken...time to time, it rewinds.better are the words that are written, coz it can be erased...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memos can be a weight in life.