Sometimes when Im alone
I cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form,
I cry beacuse my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
But who do you know that stops that long,
To help another carry on?
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by,
Than to stop and see what makes me cry,
So painful and sad,
And sometimes...
I cry... And no one cares about why.
' The tears I cry are bitter and warm. ..............They flow with life but take no form '........deeply touched by these lines....a splendid write for sure....thanks for sharing....sebastine
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I would like to translate this poem
wow...this makes you stop and truely think..i almost wish i could say i can only sympathise with you but i can also empathise..what you write is so deep, from the heart and that takes courage.