Nothing remains of what was, fallen
shadows burning bright lost words
in the night. Hands that pray, a love
that refuses to die and all the lies that
needlessly cause pain, serve only to
remind me why I will again wake up
alone. Slipping slowly out of sight, my
dreams, I wonder what is left for me
here in this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem