You can't lay it on a slab for me
bold and harsh
I see it in the back of my mind
I hear it when the old story teller speaks
I live it with limp hand shakes
and cringe at the thought of sleeping
you see, it's something you can't run away from
it lingers in thought
flows like a river
and waves through forget me nots
I can cry, I can scream
but the whispers, they haunt me
after midnight in my dreams.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Jan,5/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why are comments not getting posted is there a limitation to commenting i wonder still All are not born so simplistically beautiful minimum make up no perfumes worn eyes natural lips wide open love me if you can now come along my eyes are transfixed into yours I can see myself in you where are the vibes coming from let’s retire into a world now you’ve grown my life is only yours your eyes now I own