O' Emily, I have grown weary of words
And feeling ill and bored of loneliness
I walk in the rain of desire
But it only drowns me with moments
Of self-worth I don't have
And my breath seeps through
Without any life
Death becomes a true saviour
As I lie in my bed suffering in solitude also
Perfect poetess to converse with. She and Sylvia Plath would both be able to totally empathize with you through this heart-wrenching poem. Another masterpiece, my friend!
That terrible empty feeling of solitude and pain, so impeccably described we can deeply feel your deep sadness intensely; A great poem so well expressed it becomes unforgettable.
Wonderful poem LeeAnn x Top marks and to my favourites : ) xx
Doubts and uncertainties come to the mind of every person. Loved this expressive poem.... great expression
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.....in the rain of desire...... brilliant....thank u...LeeAnn