I've held you so close,
that it may have hurt me.
the damage can never be undone.
all good things are now broken.
broken, upon a vast empty floor.
can't run without stumbling,
for the touch of your stare paralyzes my mind.
flaming photographs, fill an empty room.
light up the murky atmosphere.
the long lasting crys and screams from a fight
are too painful to endure.
but too challeging to not face.
you may say, i will always come back.
and you are right,
i will always come back.
but everytime i do,
i come back stronger and more powerful than the next.
this is a fight to the death.
the fight to never finish, but just fade away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write, I like the way it flows. I really like the line 'flaming photographs, fill an empty room' then going into 'light up the murky atmosphere'. Really thoughtful write.