We need to talk and-
it destroys me to say
you're killing me inside
everything you say
makes me recoil
in fear-
It's time to part ways-
sleeping in the raging
Atlantic-
the same fury
greets me here
Only in her
ice cold
waters
I am alone and all I hear is quiet.
I die listening to your-
frenzied rage
day after dark day
I'm dying slowly-
your cancer
is eating my
mind and self esteem
You have been killing
me slowly with
each passion filled
torment
I gasp for one
sane thought
Each day I sink deeper
into the living
darkness or
your ire
I'm done. Living is now death for me. All I hear is quiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Robin, I really like this poem. Leaves me breathless with its emotion. Oh my god! ! ! How your words actually give me chills, as I know this world also. No fluff... It's a true work of art, I can see it in a gilded frame. It's color although truly painful plays visually stimulating, and emotionally powerful. A great write!