It's been a week since you're gone
All I have to be is to be alone
All I have is a pitch black
Atmosphere of loneliness
All my limbs are weak as I
Try to do a backstroke
Swimming away from this
Atmosphere of loneliness
No island nearby
No rescue boat
All week long trying to
Grasp for a breath
Waving my arms for help
But no one seems to notice
Like a submarine on the seventh day
You emerge from the bottom
You rescue me
With a soft touch you bring me
To my senses
And wrap your arms around my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem with a nice ending