with every breath i take,
the ache of your nearness hurts more.
the lone figure skating on ice
inside the glass globe,
falls and cries, for a moment real!
the sun has left for unknown parts,
and the storm clouds have no conscience.
the doe hit by the car,
quivers in the ditch,
in a bed of empty beer cans,
and shattered headlights.
the faint dampness on your lips,
taunts the half light with tortured madness.
i speak into the void of eyes gone blank,
leaves messages with spiders neath your doorstep!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem