The weary have no response
To the the thrashing of love
As it is pounded in the heart
Silence becomes a way of life
Deepening to the pit of the soul
Weighing more than its host
Spending time in the purgatory
Between brokenness healing
And the madness of desire
Push one to the brink
To die
To give up
As I have
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem