Clouds of blues cavern me
Staring tearfully on the chimney
“Am I crying? ” asking whimsically
Believing not but questionably
There is something deplete
Inside this heart of incomposite
Undeniably doubtful about it
Walking like dead and is incomplete
I reached the house of doors
Doors of my lost memories and lore
I sought the reason of this loneliness
Is the piece of wanting his presence.
Now, I found the real main
It took my bliss, injected the pain
I waited for so long, I grabbed my pen
And I wrote, “Can I see him, again? ”
Very expressive write.Specially the last two verses. If this site allows me to vote, then it will 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great way to express that which you do not wish to express...love...evil or good... only the lost shall tell.