I live with no peace but wrath.
With pain devouring my heart.
Not everyone feels me inside.
Impediments controlled my life.
So lonesome at night I fight.
To see a beam of joy or light.
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The sun sends life from the sky.
But in the sunset will have to die.
Except my agonies stay to revive.
My weak flesh with another knife.
My spirit has abandoned me.
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MY soul has a broken key.
Time alone will heal my rifts.
With patience to win the gifts.
God knows my deep anguish.
Whom indeed, I pray to extinguish.
Oh my dear delicate heart.......sobbing and weeping........you are made for that............oh............poor delicate heart.........
the poem speaks for itself..the title is unique u r truly imaginative and expressive! marvelous!
You can tell that this is straight from the heart. A very powerful poem, which conveys a powerful message. Amazing poem.
very well written, straight from the heart definately a 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good job, beautifully written.