The Burial Of My Heart Poem by Negar Gorji
The Burial Of My Heart
Oh dear, I used to be happy to hear your voice,
Talking about the beauties of life,
But it didn't last for a long time,
And you died because of the coldness of life
And then I lost my sight.
with a hole in my chest,
And dark sight of world,
I tell the story of depression of my existence,
My feelings,
And my heart beat,
Just for being allowed to live in this frozen world
Which there is no living in it.
I'm sorry honey,
I wasn't a good keeper.
I still love you, but if I express it,
I may lose the chance of talking to you,
Even above your tombstone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/23/2024 2:05:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey! Gosh, this is really touching, .....i really....do love this work of art! sometimes, i feel like we are prisoners in this world...like we are deprived of expressing our thoughts and feelings... But, it gets better! :) Thanks for this beautiful work
Tnx honey, that means a lot to me!