The sun had burned my bones
And light became my fear
When you were damned and gone
But I was left in here;
I'd worshipped every man
With sweet lies for my ears,
And liked to bite soft hands
That tried to wipe my tears;
I'd choked on my own words
And swallowed every sound
That tried to rip my throat
Since you were not around;
I laughed at death's grim face
With terror and with honor
I'd joked at my man's grave
And cried with guilt and sorrow;
I'd lived but I was restless
And counted every breath
For I would've felt good-rested
Only if you'd come back;
And with you gone - I'm goner
Who drowning with his ship
‘Cause if dog lose its owner
Then it has hole to dig.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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