it’s all empty now
this house that used to be
a home
it stares at passers-by
dark eyes
from empty window frames
sometimes
shards of glass
in the grass
glisten like tears
in midday sunlight
midnight moonlight
sometimes
voices come from within
could be ghosts
or just the wind
moaning and hurting
yes there’s an aching
palpable
like a bruised
and battered heart
a broken soul
it’s all empty
those who know
know it’s all because
she went back
on her word
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad but beautiful poem, which i enjoyed immensely.