My quiet
weakened voice calls out.
Screams
in the darkness
I listen for an echo
but only silence remains
I awake, covered
in sweat, feeling your body next to mine
I pat the sheets and
the realisation hits
I am alone. I am so alone
and you are the sound
I long to hear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read this and your lines are interesting. This poem has potential. You have the right idea. Good choices of words. I like the idea of an echo. Debbie