They say there is pain when your heart breaks,
Shattering over remnants of your soul,
Burning withering in confines of your ribs,
Engulfed by the grief
Sharp and cold.
But do they know how sharp it hurts
To love someone, then to let go,
Perhaps not,
Perchance they don’t care,
Don’t wish to hear the shouts,
Of lost souls from the shadows……….
The last two lines... I love. I've written a piece called Insight.
But do they know how sharp it hurts... nice poem 10 hurts and hurts more....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don’t wish to hear the shouts, Of lost souls from the shadows………. Well expressed, liked it.