Here I’m, washed in pains
I uttered, no one listened
My Heart is consumed,
agitated by broken love.
Here I’m, weak and Tired
I hoped, I’ve not received
My eyes beheld, yet burned
By fierceness of broken love
Here I’m, heart broken
I wished, realized nothing
My Ears hear of love, scream,
In pains, encircle in its debris.
Here I’m, but became weary
I bid, love taste no good
Screaming, wailing about.
disquieting soul, I’ve become.
Here I’m, dreadful of love
If I try out words upon my heart
will my heart become happier?
My heart lives in desolate places.
17/11/2007 John G. Nelson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written 10 from me