These eyes are filled with nothingness
no love
no happiness
no joy
just the pain
the sorrows
and the isolation
that was endured.
Now brought back into the open
with nothing left
but a stick
to draw with
making a circle in the ground
and the fear
of others crossing over
to see
what has been left.
Very creative. Sad its your only poem: updat me when you make more this was very very good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cauna A good attempt Keep it up Noouruddeen