She asked;
“Despite the holes in your heart”
How do you hold love?
She asked;
“How's your heart able to convince,
If it safe to grow love?”
“With all the missing windows, wrecked walls and savaged roofs?”
She asked;
“Does your face not hurt?”
“Why do you keep turning the other cheek?”
She asked;
“With all the scars from betrayals,
Why do u still walk afront?”
And I said;
“I am like the beach,
My love and trust are the sand,
No matter how many waves wash away,
I can't be with out the sand”.
“I was nurtured with love,
From a mother like nature,
Ever giving without the left hand demanding,
From a stream of trust that never seizes I quenched my thirst”
“I am an unusual bank
Storing love with no deposits,
No charges,
Yet Lots of interests”
She asked me;
With glitter in those eyes
“For how long?”
I said;
In a voice loud as a whisper
“I am a victim of THE Ponzi scheme,
“Its ending would be with streams of emotions”
©️Ilma
Your ending image is definitely with streams of emotions. I found the reality of your poem a tragic wave of goodness...and still, could really goodness be tragic? I think the title is also very well chosen. I have really liked your style, so emotional, smart and playful in the same time. Great ingredients!
Thank you for your comment it was well received
I love your poem very much, love for me is what moves the world, if that I think it would be very difficult to live happily, thanks for sharing.