With the same song on and on for a long time,
With a heart utterly away from each life's rhyme,
With the loads of tears dropping in a bleeding way,
With the awesome knife in my hand drawing my say,
With the heartache never to be seen on any x-ray,
I am bathing in the pool of tear-dropp of my own
Handkerchiefs have had my eyes' blood flown
There is a kind of charge over my soul
I have deleted the mindfulness as a whole
wow this really opens up to a different side of feelings....
De Okan, A very deep sadness. Very poetically expressed. I think too many of us are afraid of sadness, Sadness is a normal feeling. I admire people who can live through sadness without shame and this poem is a perfect example of this. Writing about sadness can bring some relief. I know people who systematically push away sadness and keep it somewhere is a remote corner of thier mind where it is eating away their peace of mind. Beter to just allow it flood your mind, let the tears roll and sooner rather than later happiness will return.
With the heartache never to be seen on any x-ray, an interesting line, on which I have always thought, unhappiness, great sorrow, can cause illnesses aging, even turn hair white over night. I have seen such sorrow. Happiness is indeed an exceptionally powerful medicine. Write a poem like 'Soulless Man', deepen the agony, pour pain into it, i would like to read your poem of raw emotion. Where the agony of bleeding tears the heart my friend.
a very good write on the pains of a heart, and the tears that have been shed and on the handkerchiefs blood thats bled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this really opens up to a different side of feelings....