Deep….so very deep
A whirlpool of silvery grief
Turning and turning
‘til everything is as if
a sinking pirate’s ship…
Crumbling by the minute,
Longing for the sunset’s kiss,
Too arrogant is this ghastly space
Pulling my soul downwards,
downwards to this sordid mess….
What is this, that even a lover’s touch
Cannot seal the tiniest crevice of its walls?
Everything its doing,
Is slamming on me its deathly iron doors…
I once heard the darkness whispered....
“it’s emptiness…your emptiness…”
Oh but really? ? ? Does it have a heart at all,
To where sorrow may bring it into a sudden stall?
Oh LOVE come…come hold me really tight
Do give me comfort through out this downward flight...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem