The lonliness of the night,
Is matched by the emptiness of my bed.
The emptiness of my heart,
Is equalled by the absence of hope.
The absence of a future,
Is akin to the depth of my need.
The depth of my memories,
Is beaten only by the heat of the Sun.
Hello again Poetry Guy, here have some hope! There is the heart sorted. The future takes care of it's self, so I have found! There is only now imo, make hay now and the sun will beat down on you to add to those sweet memories. 10 from Tai believer in 'The Power of Love'
oh..u r really a very good poet...no dout gets 10 from impressed ASHKA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow I am really impressed with your writing! I can't wait to read more! Kevin