I wish for the sparkling pires
about you
To enfold me as much as the black empires of nights
without you
I don't long anymore
I don't feel any less
I ache and I sore
My health is not at its best
Just return to me
Why won't you
I feel the yearn in me
Why don't you
Feel the hours I spend
Attending to mend
My seams, frayed end to end
Ripped and torn
From loneliness born
In the pits my heart will send
My eyes wide shut
And so my grip
on this world be cut
'till you return again some morn...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems our empires are one in the same insane pain...brilliant work. thank you for expression my own anguish and I expect most others who read this will identify at some time in their lives too. Smiling in the face such pain, Tai with sigh...