the sun rises again
i can feel the shiny ray
it didn’t stop on that day
the day that everyone
said it will end
the pain is stiil there
they lied when they
said that sleep will
help take away the pain
in that room
memories stays
like the old funiture
that already stuck
to the greyish floor
it would cause
too much damage
to throw it away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write....very touching....with pain yet there is strenght in one's self to face tomorrow... inspiring.... keep on writing....