With a bleeding heart,
I drag the days on…
Days…soaked in own blood,
My own tears…
Every second seems like a century,
Every hour like eternity.
I am tired of pleading hard…
To end my life..
I ma lost…lost forever.
I can see only darkness around me,
Blinded by my own fallacies…
I am being sucked into the void,
Void of pain and agony.
Now I have forgotten
how to laugh or cry…
Like a mannequin,
Devoid of sensation…
My bleeding heart has
Eventually turned hard….
Love and happiness seem
A long lost memory.
I can feel my innocence seeping away,
As hardships and sorrows
Have become my legacies…
The vultures have snatched,
My body and soul away…
What remains is just a shadow…
I still wonder why the shadow lingers….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No use for looking at the back, Time had come for end and final pack, u r well clear in ur sight and expresions are very precise. i loved it most.....10 read mine i am disgrace.....cry not....yes to to