Thinking and pondering through my mind.
I come across a file of forgotten memories.
Set upon it is a lock.
I seem to find the key with ease.
This unlocks the cabinet where the memory of my heart lies.
As i unwind through the past, I stumble on a thought of you.
Hours pass, My lachrymose eyes swollen, I close them shut.
Should I think upon such things?
No!
They cause pain, nor shall I reduce my self to tears.
Falling upon images of your breathtaking face, my broken faith.
I sit in agony.
Abandon all thoughts.
I sit and slit my soul.
I am forgotten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has to be the most outstanding poem I've read in a while. I has layers, and major depth to it. I can feel your hurt, and we as poets share that intesity. Very well worded, I might add. (: