Sometimes it feels as if they're no words left to say.
Keeping the poison apple at bay.
Seaside sunny an bright.
A mirror holding on to the light so tight.
Being pulled in and devoured.
Escaping the mentality soured memory.
Rewriting the back then.
From the lips to the tongue.
An expression, a confession, an outright obsession.
Decompressing.
Every time I close my eyes I see you.
It's a haunted house, on a haunted hill, in a haunted world, seen through haunted eyes.
A ghost of every disguise.
Even the birds sing an erie tune.
The clouds are rolling up on this blood red moon.
Soon it will gone, passed on and faded.
Left with only a jaded stone to remind me I'm alone.
Burnt down candle-stick with no wick.
Broken down bricks, go to keep them together; got to keep them from crumbling.
Becoming another one of my empty shadows.
Boxing in the windswept meadows.
Training for a impossibility.
Shape-shifting into the tiniest leaf just floating on my marry way.
Take me past the trees, above the atmosphere, to some foreign star light years away.
And it's still not far enough.
To relieve this unending pain.
You were my crutch that kept me sane.
I loved you so deeply that scars mark my entire body.
Opening up an old wound because it didn't heal right.
A I fear it never will.
A vessel of lost life.
Once again to you I say goodbye as I look up at a foreboding sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very moving and passionate write, very well done.10+