There you stand, somewhere between the shadows of my mistakes.
Untouched by darkness, your head is turned away.
I am consumed by the bruises you left me.
Your careless words deceive my delicate mind-instead I listen to your glances.
How striking it is to think that there are certain words, certain phrases that would have brought light to your eyes.
This is what it means to be too late.
Now I grip this rope, though I bear the knowledge that it leads to nowhere.
So I ask you; please bury me with the lost dreams of yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello fabio I've your september... It is wonderful. fabio please do try let your poems have figures of speech that would make them look more wonderful and enjoyable. I Look forward to seeing your new poem in this outlook.