My soul is full of anguish
The pain has become unreal
Just wish that I could end it
I cannot survive the way I feel.
Why don't you take
A long sharp knife,
Stab it thru my heart...
And quickly end my life?
Life is not worth living
Without you by my side.
There would be no more secrets
That you would have to hide.
Death would be a comfort
The horrible pain would end
The angels would be waiting
To help me round the bend.
Your pain is so genuine, you are a broken heart; It is always the body, The soul will never part. Meeting and parting Are waves on the Sea, They appear and disappear, But the Ocean will ever be.
You have natural lliterary largess...'tis be a shame if your storyline be from an auto-biographical vein....Death, when we steal it from Destinies pre-determined dominion....in my world, and opinion, would be far worse, and final...then living our all too short lives, upon ocassional shouldered Cross. Solid Work, here...D.R.A.N. ! ~ Fjr ~ ..2008..
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I would like to translate this poem
sad is not bad in fact beautiful.. worth weaving into poetry and words real worth u made it!