when silence becomes
the only noise you can hear
and when loneliness,
is your only friend,
when everyone elses happiness,
leaves you feeling left out,
and you can no longer pretend.
when your prisoner,
becomes your lover,
and when drink,
controls how you think.
and when there is no other,
way out
then you will come back to me,
pleading to be,
pulled from the murky sea
of misery.
with outstretched arms,
and bleeding palms.
when time become motionless,
and when you have done
your up most best,
to bring out the hero
in me.
i will close the door,
with tears in my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one is very sad. Very well-written. I give it a 10.