In a mere moments break--
My tears pour like rain...
Endlessly falling...
Into an enormous river of regret;
Time passes ever so rapidly as
Ceaseless agonies conspire
To unravel the delicate balance
Of my head and heart;
Torment knows no end---
Picking away tenaciously...
Disturbing my hopes
Of any miracles forthcoming---
Leaving me to my wits
And strong belief in God
Who i run to often
But most especially now;
The Attic of My Heart
July,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem