I was so madly in love,
in dreaming I was lost,
with just a few words
a new world of lust
of madness,
of disgust
was taking form;
waiting to die,
waiting to be mourn.
Words have the power to create
and destroy
we like to abuse
we feel so confident
to sooth and bruise
with a weapon
we don't really know how to use.
It was a deadly trap
and I stepped right into it
using the words...
But sooner came to realize
that in my attempt to listen
I have lost my own eyes.
A nice poetic imagination, Ann. You may like to read my poem, Poem Hunter Beach. Thanks
In love and dreaming life was lost. It was a deadly trap. In illusion life was lost. An amazing poem is shared here is wisely presented.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
congratulations Ann you are very talented