What else is left
No one on my right and left
Laying alone on my bed
With memories that are dead
I remember her lovely face
For long unable to speak
Between us was a big space
Emotions made me weak
Life was very hard
Things were very bad
Love is not a game of card
My life has been very sad
Only if I would speak
And let those sweet words leak
I would show I am not weak
And show my love at the very peak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well done my friend, well done. loneliness is the true silent killer