My time grows short, my darkling.
My heart suffers like moon's shadows.
I dream not of our painted memories,
I no longer remember anything between us.
I feel pained to say our time at last
Has come to an end.
Such a good friend you were, my darkling
It almost hurts me to say good-bye.
Its my turn to walk out
But I'll do it differently this time.
Today I walk out for good,
Take a look at my throat...
See the scarlet trickle?
This lovely evening, draped in regret
Is my last,
And I hope you'll remember our times
Come to an end.
Good-bye my Darkling,
Good-bye, Good-night...
Forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem! Keep on writing! Hugs! Karla Bardanza