Empty of all but pain,
Dry of all but tears,
Blind of all but images of you;
Deaf but to echoes of your voice.
Dumb, for no words work;
Paralysed for lack of motive;
Broken spring,
Snapped strings:
Dreamless and
Ended I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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