Bed Of Sorrow Poem by Muzafer Ramiqi

I am laying stretched wide in the bed of sorrow.
I open the windows; a wind blows on my face like shadow
In the cradle, I rock my love dreams; I swing and sing a lullaby
A strong smell comes down from the sky; it reminds me on smell of betrayal

My room is empty and roars like a broken heart.
On the wall, I see the phrases of desperation, which tears apart.
Darkness has locked the doors of hope with the nails and ropes
The fireplace now is ruined and cold, sadly looks like a pile of stones.

With eyes wide open and I stare at my life as a movie of regret.
A story of failure with us acting, far from being perfect
The cursed ones only curse themselves in disguise
In the distance we created between us, lays a nest of lies

Nothing else matters now, life as movie, is over
Damn, the memories sleeping within us, we use as cover
I am laying stretched wide in the bed of sorrow.
I sleep like a ship in the waves, with the hope for better tomorrow.