My heart aches for all I’ve seen
& my many spectres pummel me.
My thoughts keep sorrowing me,
they keep asking these questions.
my emotions sore for all I’ve felt.
I often weep, weep days & nights.
Fear & anger dwindle my bones,
my room become their sepulchre.
John G. Nelson
06/08/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ouuuuuuuuuuuu.love it coz, it's short n sweet.real heartache.