The storm has ripped my soul from me.
Darkened clouds inside my thoughts.
Time will tell what will come to be.
Soon death will all but come to me.
My cries not heard fall on deaf ears.
The eye's of hate search out my fears.
For on the surface calm I look.
But underneath my soul it shook.
This sea of pain where loveless fall.
And all the beatings we seem to take.
I sit in darkness waiting for your call.
Though I smile I know it's fake.
Then, suddenly, the sun brakes through.
And i find my way back to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All the bittersweet anguish of love comes through clearly in this poem. Nicely written, Troy.