when the tears are exhausted
when the fire of anger is extinguished
I am left with the dull ache of waiting
my hope died with the tears
peace died with my prayers
the gods do not hear or do not care
my eyes are empty beyond despair
what is the word for utter hopelessness
what is the metaphor
I wait for the final passion
I welcome the terminal pain of death
bereft of mercy there is only sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very sad and very moving. Great work Tom billsborough
I may last a few more years or not. I get checked every 3 months. It is what it is.