Lying in silence beside me,
waves of numbing chill press.
A stare into nothingness,
leaving behind past moments of life.
Wishing I could hold such empty heart,
weary of all your essence.
Damaged with nobody to trust,
frozen from the lack of my interest.
Floating on a sea of misery,
a drowning pool gray and cold.
Cooling your alabaster skin,
pretending not to feel or care.
I touch rosy lips with my imagination,
blaming you silently for this eternal rift.
Caress each angelic strand of hair,
wishing the nightmare would end.
With such mental morphine you hold,
a silent witness of all I am.
Sedated beyond my sight, and touch,
deadened to my words of regret.
I can only sit holding your frail hand,
whispering you soothing lullabies.
Praying one day you’ll awake,
and forgive the bad man, me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem