Wanting more and caring less
This is what he began to feel
Conducting a game of one handed chess
Until the final day his fate was sealed
Now it is too late to reconsider
The past is a hollow casting
Silent are the words of vigor
Mute to receptive ears… everlasting
In the tunnels of my numbed mind
Thoughts ricochet… leaving gashes
Impressions of what once was kind
Defining happiness… sifting through ashes
12/15/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a dead relationship- pain and agony very raw still- lovely poem 1-0 Mamta Merry Xmas and Happy new year