If I were able to relate,
To the nuisances, I was avoiding to postulate.
These several notions I have been trying to delegate.
It has been quite heavy.
These few weeks I have been taking lightly.
I have been creating a storm.
My thoughts are devouring me as the sound of an alarm.
I feel choked.
My words have been revoked.
Why does it feel impossible to love and simultaneously feel safe?
It is suffocating and I am almost in the grave.
So take care of your soil.
You are about to see acres of land recoil.
I won't be the only one causing it all to spoil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem on how one feels unsafe in love. Your thoughts are true. Love brings pain and sufferings. 'So take care of your soil. You are about to see acres of land recoil. I won't be the only one causing it all to spoil.'.... is so nice. Thanks for sharing.