In a room called, life
In a cage called decency,
Chained with innocence, my self respect prisoned me
Cruelly and cleverly locked it with my ego,
And kept my hesitation and attitude as guards,
Still, when you managed to enter the room
And came near the cage,
With the key to my Heart,
Why don't you open the door? Instead of banging it! ! !
When my shyness tied me here,
To hide me from your haunting and hunting thoughts
Or perhaps to fence me far away
From your fighting and frightening feelings!
Why are you threatening me instead of trying?
You are the creator of this convolution
Still, instead of opening the door with the key you have,
You broke the door itself!
It's like savagely complexing a problem instead of solving it.
But my Heart still loves the bruise, you gifted while leaving,
But I don't think you left my life or my Heart
Some times we are helpless when we don't know how to express and the person don't know how to understand... Any way, thanks for reading my poem!
a poem of saying you cannot help the one you love? ................well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good. You may like to read my poem (Love and Lust) . Thanks.