Darkness descended
This cold unbearable
I shiver I reach out, my vision blinded by tears
I try to rise, yet fall on my knees
I gaze out
What am I hoping to see?
I can hear them
Whispering, in the distance
Spiteful words, malicious, full of hate
They laugh, they mock
I feel it, a sharp knife, twisting in my heart
A bolt of lightning cuts through my body
My wounds unhealed, adding a few more
I cannot bear this suffering no more
So cold, I am frozen in time
January 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a truely heartfelt poem clearly expressed by your past experiences. all of those wounds will cut you through to the core of your soul, let your pen bleed out you wounds onto paper and time heal them as it always does. excellently expressed and wonderful choice in wording. keep writing my friend. your poetry will be you medicine and your vindication. great job! Jen