The pain of the heart echoes silently through the hollow cavity within
Each pulse of acute sharpness lingers in the breathless shadows after its source dies away; Repetitive, unflinching
The pain accumulates as dust does;
Slowly, unnoticed
The breathing, pumping mechanism of life is once slit
An act carried out in haste and zeal
A thin weak scar leaves a mark behind to validate its occurrence
Time passes, a delicate translucent skin forms,
a mother shielding its child from the darkness within
To no avail
The mother, ungraciously torn away
Opening up the wound once more
The same place; the same hurt
A constant, unbreakable cycle
Dragging on for eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Yanduza.