The sun rises and sets,
on each passing day;
The more time goes by,
the more my sorrow fades.
Until I gaze upon you,
my heart no longer beating;
A wound that was once scabbed over,
is now re-opened and bleeding.
All that I once held dear,
no longer apeals to me;
Like a piece of forgotten treasure,
tarnished with my grief.
How long then must you haunt me?
Resurrecting my tears;
My agony stretching outward,
beyond our wasted years.
One day I will move on,
my heart will eventually mend;
The tourment will finally be over,
that is until you wash-up again.
*04-20-04
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem