My creativity left,
All hope has drained away.
I felt nothing but bereft
At the dawning of the day...
My appetite has flown;
Positivity at its side,
When all I've ever known
Can be so vehemently denied...
My love can no longer ignite,
The spark of intimacy long dead;
Thoughts that could once excite
A rebellion in your head...
I tried to hold onto you,
Alas, all in vain;
The skies holding promises of blue
Are now forever grey with rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem