These four lonely walls
have seen far too much
when the night
engulfs the light,
and darkness
is all I feel.
I can see my body
dripping out
blood and tears.
I take a look at my hands
and find a blade
cutting through my skin;
the same skin
my lover has kissed.
But I have no control
over myself anymore.
More blood,
more tears
when the night appears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is now three in a row. Another eloquently delivered muse. Keep up the terrific poetry and you have every reason to be proud of this write.
You make me blush! ! Thank you so much, your comments and your compliments truly make my day! I hope you will continue reading my poems since I post around 3 poems per day and I am very active on inbox.