The hours,days,years pass by.
Memories do not satiate me.
The home I have created in my eyes craves to be inhabited.
The rooms lit up at the ecstasy of our meeting.
Beloved come to me,as I am paralyzed by lethargy
Beloved speak to me, as I am shackled by responsibility.
Shame
Ashamed to touch, ashamed to feel, ashamed to believe.
There is a cure to my illness in which you play no part. |
Submission Name: My Paraplegic Love
