Being in pain
being without
Something that you love
Hurts like sleet falling
And piercing your back
Like being slain
Or living in drought
The broken wing of a dove
Nothing but out calling
‘Come Back’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i will be back.2 read some more of your poetry. i'm not in any kind of pain, that poem gave me wellness.