I sit
Alone, Tired
Watching the clouds drift by
The sun slips down day into night
Beneath the coldhearted orb I see her
Still. Her memory haunts my dreams.
Memories are all I
have to hold, so
I sit
© JPM 10/1/08
This is an experimentation in formal poetry, this is known as a Rictameter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful. so much emotion in such few words.