Stumbling My Way
I feel a silent turbulence in a troubled head
of misting memories shedding darker mornings
drenched in a desert of blind and parched
aloneness as I partake of the rest of my life
stolen from me was the next dawn
of her elegant existence
each day I feel assaulted by the
empty space in a full heart
stumbling my way through the flowers
and the music and the friendship of laughs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem