Translation

I’m lost in translation.

Screaming with clarification.

My heart is squeezing my lungs -

My lungs are suffocating my heart.

Please save me for what I’ve done.

No set of words can even begin to explain,

Where it lurks underneath.

I just want,

Everything to be okay.

Author's Note

A poem

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Regret and pain can send us to bad place.
"My heart is squeezing my lungs -
My lungs are suffocating my heart.
Please save me for what I’ve done."
The above lines are true for the most of us. Thank you my friend for sharing your outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Willard Wells]

Sometimes with pain it is hard to tell where the pain is coming from it is so great. Short and well done.

[Robert]

Seek happiness and you will find it, be yourself and who you are, then everything will be ok. Great piece Riv.

[Amber Lily]

Much pain is unbearable, but is it physical or metal that hurts the most? Your poem speaks of physical parts, but the passion of the pain comes from the mind. This poem to me seemed to put the two together perfectly, great job :)

[Perkele.7885]

Put it in the microwave, set it at popcorn, let it jumble, turn and toss and pop. Do not let it BURN.
Everything should be ok if lightly salted.