I am shut down in my own heart,
And all its little doors are closed to me,
I am alone with my thoughts,
Living in my world of silence and melancoly.
It is a world of darkness,
Where hope tries to break in,
There is but a glimmer of light to warm up my soul,
As long as light exists, there is hope for me.
Blade of darkness is tearing up my heart into pieces,
Its depth and edge are so grievous to me,
You are the light that embraces my darkness,
As long as you exist, there is happiness for me.
The poem is not dark as the title and that's great, each lines were glowing to save you from the dark and it fight you to keep bright..nice written Cristina! _SOul
so like from the drak crypts of a Romanian period castle...a trapped princess from the Hapsburgs....silent ghost like doing the rounds of Bavarian catacombs.... lovely poem loved it cheers :)
I liked the opening line the most. Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one caught my eye, as I scanned your titles, It is an introduction into your soul- Please to meet you my writer friend from Romania. I have visited your country long ago in my Navy days, traveling along by train, capturing the countryside in my lens... Beautiful as you and your words. oh, to be cut by your blade of darkness... Great Ink! ! ! -Kelly.