Several small poems i've written over the years
- Small things
A little dropp of blood
Travels gods know how many times a day
Trough my body
That little dropp of blood is one of many things that's keeping me alive
But with one singel cut on my finger
...And the little dropp of blood....
My heart is haunted by a fire,
not as painful as it once was,
but at least a thousand times more violent.
My heart's wings are burned off by the pain.
And it falls like a stone into the abyss.
Only for this burning heart,
to be caught by your soft and gentle arms
To miss ones family is to miss ones soul
And to miss insanity is to lose control
I've had my share part of cruelty
But my heart still aches under my sleepless nights
The words fall in a uneven rhythm
Form unreadable sentences and unspeakable words
Why does reality make no sense?
Why does my heart cry out in pain?
No words seems right, no actions speak to me
The sun does not shine and the starts do not twinkle
In my shallow world, all there is, is darkness and fear
The abys all of the sudden seems appealing to me
Light burn my eyes like a fierce fire
And the shadows sing the most beautiful of songs
I miss the little voices whom told me what was right and wrong
Cause my dear friend, I've lost something i never thought i had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem