on nights such as these,
when the sky, by but grey clouds only covered
and darkness strings all around
in its boundless hands.
On nights such as these
with trees whispering sweet words
into the ears of the passing wind,
as it caress my face,
in greeting
‘ HELLO! '
On nights such these,
my heart out of my chest I let,
carefully with trembling hands,
I place,
between my crossed legs.
and there, it stays
I listen to its pain, so raw, it consumes me
I feel its rage, that boils my blood a deep red,
of its dissatisfaction, it sings,
of its may be, hope to, will never do
it laments,
and I, as if in supplication, my tears I rain
and a kiss I place, upon its wounded exterior
on nights such as these,
when the sky, by but grey clouds only covered
and darkness strings all around,
in its boundless hands.
with trees whispering sweet words
into the ears of the passing wind
as it caress my tear stained face
‘goodbye'
on nights such as these,
I let my heart out of its chest.
‘ live, '
‘breathe' I say
‘if only for a while.'
full of good imagery. I just see in my mind's eyes, the picture of a bleeding heart. Beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting piece. Well written.