In the corners
where the white lines meet
torn spider web
the broken roof
held by crumbling walls
wide open floor agape
i cling to myself
broken sky
dreams trudge
passion asleep
hope bleeds
minutes don't evacuate
reasons aren't valid
the whole world spinning
and my fingers stood still
i breathe
empty
empty
seems like forever but it is now
seems like never or this minute
it feels like now there is
no hope at all
no hope at all
i breathe empty empty..........and hope bleeds................your poem can make anyone sad...........means you wrote poem well....10+++..........
You love to write sad. I love to read your poems that you write when you are Happy. from my days, to your nights. Sadness is eclipsed by your beauty, so softly Hugs Angel of Love Peace
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I would like to translate this poem
i cling to myself broken sky dreams trudge passion asleep hope bleeds..................all that happens to happen by the mortality of hope is not the reeks of sorrow but the mystery encircling dream and passion, the last dregs worldy flow while trudging the path organic heaving the crest of wave beyond elasticity, wonderful exposition of dynamics in the matrix of enigma yet deciphered, passionately introspective, and ingenious,10++++, thanks for sharing