As I look at the pictures
strewn across the floor
I know it's no more........
It's gone never to come back..
I have seen the last look...
heard the last voice
I have forgotten the touch....
I can burn the pictures
but how do i erase the images in my mind...
Have blocked the noises
but some sounds still haunt me...
The touch that gave me warmth
now it burns a hole in my heart.....
As i look out the window..
the bright day has lost it's glow..
It's darkness all around..
can't help but to await the rain
to wash away my pain..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem