i dont have you physically.. but
you are with me breath in and breath out..
with every blink of my eyelash..
every beat of my heart..
every gush of each droplet of blood
as it rushes through my veins..
it sings just your name..
calls out just to you.
hungers for only you..
my life is so empty...
a corpse my soul is fettered to..
living is so painfull without you..
i cannot go on..
not another moment more..
not a breath more..
nor another heartbeat more..
not a memory more..
how do i escape?
at times i simply stumble
one foot before the other
blinded by pain and tears
have not the courage
to lift another foot
take another breath
pulse another droplet of blood
through these cold veins of mine
without you...
(11th July 2005)
I understand those squeezed-dry moments - exhaustion of the last droplet of blood.... like the dried sands of the desert scorching under the blazing rays of the sun.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tender, heart warming poem, to love so much is sometimes painful, well penned Lynda xx