It is so dark
Even in the daylight
I am blinded by sorrow
Tears have burnt a pathway
down my face
A tattoo of loss
Lost and confused
Battered and bruised
Not knowing what is real
Your silence is potent
Driving me to the brink of madness
I do not 'do' alone
It cripples my mind
Makes me feel ill and broken
Is this your token of love?
Your hot and cold?
You play me like I pic at my guitar
A lamenting song of surrender
My eyes swollen and tender...
Will I wake tomorrow?
Will the madness fade
into the morning mist of Winter?
And when I open my eyes
will your face haunt me forever?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem