Pain, Misery, Regret.
Old friends, I can't forget
as they re-enter my life,
through a door in my heart
I once thought closed.
I now know better.
Although sometimes shunned,
they were always there.
Ghosts of my past.
Forever near;
waiting for me,
to embrace them again.
The cold comfort they offer
I must accept,
for love and happiness
have been replaced by regret.
As their icy fingers penetrate my soul,
I bequeath my love to you,
this much i know.
There is no point
to dwell in misery,
but thats all I have left
for you are not with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really loved this poem. The flow was spot on.