Absent, is the feeling
though it's growing deep within,
While dreams are up for waking
this day has reached an end.
Night towers long, encapsuling
a power to behold,
Entombed inside, seems barren-like
a pyre burning cold.
Now bring to me your weakness
and I will listen long,
Pretending you are grieving
but all the while grow strong.
I'll shower understanding
whilst you cry a cunning tear,
Then wipe you dry with laughter
as I defeat my fear.
2009 sinnaminsun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this wonderfully haunting, I read it again and again and will go back to it to squeeze out the layers of meaning.