My eyes are dry, but in silence
I cry out loud through fingers
Running through keys
Unfaltering in my grief, unceasing…
Love be not silent, love be alive
Choices are made, coins exchanged
Hands, what is yours, which is mine
Nothing much is lost but time passing…
I laugh in my grief as one insane
My chest to bursting who’s to blame
There’s something I want but beyond
Reach, nothing is left in the dying sun…
If you have life and know it still
If you have voice and will
If you have strength enough
If you have eyes and seen enough…
Walk the path and speak of it well
Do not run and hide
Do not cheat with pretense
Get exposed, be counted, be there…
A wall that cannot be breached- a very accurate description to that lack of understanding in their eyes. A lovely poem, and a lovely description. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words of poem are so very comforting. I found it all very soothing. The words are truly poetic. Congratulation! ! ! For making my day.
Thank you Christina. My grief diminishes when someone else finds comfort.: -)