The hurt you have caused me,
Bleeds into my soul,
Into everything that is me.
I long to be free of it....
But I don't know how I will ever be.
Not a word from you....
Not even an apology,
You're just gone-
Taken,
And lost-
Lost to me.
'I will never leave you-'
Those words that you said;
Empty promises...
Spoken,
And now you're leaving me here-
Alone....
Hurting and Broken.
'You'll never lose me-'
So many promises from you....
Somehow they hurt me more...
Even more than,
Those things that you do.
My greatest nightmare is now repeating,
Again and again,
While you walk...
Out of my life once more.
'Come back, ' I want to cry,
'Don't you see,
My fingers you've slammed in the door? '
Lesa this is beautiful. When I read poetry and write it I tend to focus on the language and how it falls into the piece sometimes, as in this case, the feelings echo so much your own feelings can only respond. Séamus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pain filled. You have worded this well. Tha last line was grand!