All night the clock ticked, and outside a moon like day,
And I, in the ravages of sleep, head on a stranger's breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away,
In the false moonlight, overwhelming grief in my happy bed,
An ocean of tears, only set to undo joys rebirth,
I would not wake at your word, could not speak,
I had only tears to say,
I cling to the dreams, for they are my soul,
Begging for pain's derisive hand had give me rest,
From the nights of living flame, and the darkness within,
note: I have found that we never we do not ever get over grief, but over time, we do learn to live with the loss, we learn to live a different life. A life with our pain...
easy...
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I would like to translate this poem
Grief has to be the hardest emotion to release. So beautifully expressed. Thank You