I have tears you cannot see
They drip like a broken spout
If you listen you can hear it dripping
Since my first breath
The beat of my pulse writing my song
Behind this wall I see a stranger
She wanted a hug but would shrug
In my dreams I would hold her and not let her go
I did not want to lose her again
Like a precious gem I held on tight
In my clutches but it was a dream
It was a dream like so many
Frank Black Blacharczyk Feb 20 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem