hours streaked by
or maybe heartbeats crawled
bone tired my middle ached
felt hollow at your loss
but it was a shadow
beside the pain in my chest.
I am missing,
distanced even from myself
as if I am another person watching me suffer.
so numb I can't hear voices
I want to sleep
like one already dead
because I feel as one
who has already lost their soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eila, great poem. I think a few will be able to identify with the sentiment within it. For me, having loved someone for a long time and then lost them again, it is a gamble to love again. You see the heart just is the way you have loved and lived. If you have never experienced it, you won't miss it, there is the downfall of loving I am afraid. A gamble I won't risk again, that is for sure. 10 from certain on that score Tai