I feel the ground beneath me quake.
My heart gives way; i start to shake.
Then, i go to grab your hand,
But all that's there is dust & sand.
So here, i stand, without you now.
I've lost you, but i don't know how.
The ground begins to rip apart,
Dragging down my broken heart.
I'd rather fall into this pit,
And never feel another bit
Than live another day so fooled
By my empty heart, of which, you ruled.
So suck me in, eat me alive
It's better if i don't survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You need to survive! You have so much to give! Your poems make my heart hurt! You capture your emotions and pain and spill it out in clever rhyme.