Still I’m looking out my window,
Trying to ponder “where did you go? ”
I cannot feel the simple wind blow,
Screaming softly; turned insane
Hating my life’s little lesson,
And God knows my soft expression,
Muttering this black confession,
Only comforted by pain
She is gone and I am jaded,
I stare at walls I’ve loved and hated,
A happy photo that is faded,
No gleam of sunshine, only rain
No more sleep and no more smiles,
My thoughts are poison, kept in vials,
Haunted thoughts my mind compiles,
I question faith and curse in vein
Useless are my books for reading,
And no time is there for pleading,
My heart is only there for bleeding,
As she exists now in my brain…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem