They fall upon my skin,
and the bed where now I lie
as I try to fall asleep,
but instead I only cry.
They flood my eyes
with sorrow and pain,
and the love I have lost
that I fight to regain.
They bead and fall
upon my cheek
while my body refuses
to let me speak.
They come to me as rivers
and I know nobody hears,
but all will be much better
when I have cried up all my tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem