Sitting on a deserted park bench,
The rain whispers down onto my unguarded skin,
Drenching my hair,
But I can’t feel it.
I stare into the sky,
But I don’t see it.
Salt mixes with rain on my lips,
But I can’t taste it.
My mind has departed from my body,
To a memory that hasn’t yet been.
It’s the only way to slow my body from breaking,
Because each second I don’t think of you my heart stops,
And pain starts to chip away at my shell,
Willing me to break, because then it’ll finally stop this Chase of agony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow that was breath taking ik what u mean by this poem it was just fanamonal ur an amazing writer i loved it i dont really have words for it but its a good thing u did a great job