These days are heavy with irresolution
That crumbles down like hateful hail
Butchered hopes and beaten dreams
Are freshly hanged by the nail
Somehow you’ve made yourself absent
From the soul of my pulsing heart
The sound of stars and wavering ocean
Are now blinded and silenced apart
My heart is beating into nothingness
Wading towards darkened silence
Burning and withering to the last
In response to your abhorred absence
Find another to fill that absence. No need lingering on nothingness.
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I would like to translate this poem
you've made yourself absent From the soul of my pulsing heart.....wonderful