Love,
its all turned quiet.
I recognize this place.
I've been here before
alone
in my room
crouched behind my closed doors
I am having a bit of trouble with myself.
you see... there are holes
and I fear
this storm will not cease its tormenting fury
please come back...
Love
you're the only one
who knows where I am hiding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very vague your poem seams, to be.., l like poems with this kind of style..., says much., yet leave much to the reader.., as well...Nicely depth'd.. With Respect, Jodilee