A year since that day
The feeling that made me this way
Emotion that took root
Alas, it was all moot
The hurt that climbed its way up
As if it was its warm-up
Things that made me fall
With no one to catch at all
And as I lay alone
Darkness creeps to the bone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Elira. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.