Pain is not pain that is not
felt by the heart
Or when your soul is not torn
apart,
When you feel nothing,
You hold on to anything,
And death becomes a relief,
She brings out forgotten belief-
Never takes you whole,
She tears up your soul-
Emotions imprisoned in stone
Drip out of you one by one,
It is like taking capsules of
sorrow,
That only make you hollow;
Stealing all the smiles
Of your lifes lived miles,
You cry, you say goodbye-
And then you die.
© Tuesday,
October 25,2011
I feel your pain from your words, in time life will become beautful again. x
Death is a relief from this world.. A good poem, Plz read my poem ''the perfect ethnic cleanser''!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The second poem of yours I have read, if you are writing from personal experience then it shows, if not you have managed to get inside the mind of someone who has. Well done again