Trapped

Poem By Charles Bukowski

From the center of my heart, your many lost songs.
From the heart of one single tear.
I am lost like you both apart, one is beating.
Gone from our gentle childhood.
Each wave grew like the sea on us so heavy.

Like me, it is not possible to give it away.
One of my songs does not belong now to me.
However when light is from the moon,
You I found.
And I sitting upright
awake at the evening of rooms.

When one moth goes here and where to high.
The fruit when heavy is to ripe to fall.
I have known of no one like you of that.
Gentle the thorn the red rose never picked.
You are seen healing the hearts of them all.

Comments about Trapped

So full of emotion, gentle, soft touch of love like the rose petals and a healing poem that heals the heart. Thank you James for this beautiful poem.......10
Gentle the thorn the red rose never picked. ............... might once that heaviness will go away... we hope great poem 10/10
Well articulated and nicely brought forth from the heart. A passionate piece with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing, James.
Well written: Gentle the thorn the red rose never picked. You are seen healing the hearts of them all. Thanks for sharing
One of my songs does not belong now to me. However when light is from the moon, You I found. Moon brings the love that suits to you.


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