here I sit alone
except for the stirring night
carrying it's messages kept
away from reasons sight
where now whispers the ghost
circle around in character
or hold the darkness close
dive to depths of madness
fall further than is sane
to wells of hidden sorrow
all welcoming again
to waves of love betrayed
filling eyes of pain
so damn the tears arrival
curse their well worn place
comfort runs like water
cold in its escape
but let me bravely swim
and keep this precious breath
learn to love again
before this life has death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simon this poem is a big winner and so is the soul who penned it. The poem flows evenly with each line pause building on the message contained in the next. Very well written, my friend.