Here I lay alone.
The leaves singing a request of sleep.
For it goes unheard by tomorrow.
night by day, I feel contained
Inside. inside I am choked with withdraw,
From not only my bliss, but my love.
A love of mine not of silly passion, but of eternal family.
The suppressed wind of his presence is haunting, thoughts of my loving brother is killing me of emotions of all kinds.
I'm fine but deep inside I'm screaming my plea, why is he fading from me.
My wind sings of lost keys to those hearts whose life longs purpose, and love. Find me
Under a blanket of them,
In a little room of life's Silence.
I don't make wishes, I have them to grant. But the ones I have
Are here, they're broken in the pieces of my friend's happiness.
Which is the only reason I have a smile for sale.
So for now I embrace the lonely, with a deterioration eating me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fascinating poem. Loneliness can be excruciating. Thanks for posting.