A space, a hole, hollow, there
In the middle of my being is still there.
When body is increasing in size, heart
Is growing by depth, from simple to complex.
Right palm umbrelling the eyes, I watch search.
I see no one, no one is there for me.
My heart sinks as I say this, no one is there.
I am surrounded by love but I still lonely.
My inside is thirsty, but never throats water.
My inside is hungry, but never tongues food.
I have no one to share such suffering
Only through this poem.
A space, a hole, hollow, there
In the middle of my being is still there.
I have no one to fill, and I lay on bed,
Looking at the ceiling with less meaning.
My eyes are wet with tears but they won't rain.
Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have no one to fill, and I lay on bed, Looking at the ceiling with less meaning. My eyes are wet with tears but they won't rain. wow. loved it. please read some of my poems and comment. :)