I stroll away
beneath the cobwebbed sky
having stolen your spirit
which implodes within me
I cannot leave behind
though
the shades of gray
that
when gathered together
blacken my soul
while I try to forget us
and the pain I caused.
This is not the first time you spoke for my sad soul, I would say thanks, but I'm currently too sad.
Thinking I remember this one - from the picture right? Either way - it's a great poem! Dawn: o)
I enjoyed the craft that went into this. A very nice piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written...elicits true emotion and uses not wasted words...efficient effective and meaningful, well done.-Rob