My heart turns to stone
Once in a while
Bereft of pity, a hollow void
And I cannot grieve the dying
Nor celebrate life
I cannot feel for the wretched
Nor sing with the cuckoo
Humans repel me
Machines tire me
There's no help for it
You know as well as I do
When heart forgets to live
Feelings die at its feet
You crave the old me
But that's what's left of me
An unfeeling mass of emptiness
Where you try to plant roses
And I prick on the thorns
A mad girl I must be
To be blind to your light
And not find my way.
When heart forgets to live Feelings die at its feet…and the one who would plant roses and shine light may die trying!
Sadness! ! Humans repel me. But, hope lies ahead of you. Thanks for sharing.
Full of feeling that is both vivid and vulnerable! Well done my friend!
Pain speaks in the form of your poem. Very touchy poem Nosheen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of broken heart nicely expressed. I enjoyed it.....10++++ A mad girl I must be To be blind to your light And not find my way.