There's night, there's day
And there's the emptiness in between
There's an insatiable hunger
That cuts into the soul
Within the hole, lives a part of me
That cries for you, loud and deep
You pretend to not hear
The voice that seeks you
You are there, and not there
As in a dream, I touch you
And you don't feel my hand
So are you and me
Each in their own space
I toil through the day's strain
I suffer through the night's bane
My wounds burst open each day
My dream never sails into the bay
You pretend to not see
The heart that pumps for you
You are there, and not there.
I toil through the day's madness I suffer through the night's eternity My wounds burst open each day Love hurts and it hurts deeply.............. I strongly feel the pangs of love.... when it drifted apart to a distance too far! Another gripping write!
Increment of pain in every screen.....Beautiful poem....loved it....thank you for sharing :)
I know how it feels... Can feel every word, every scream and the emptiness within. Nosheen When I read your poems, I see a part of me in you.. My soul friend your writings speaks loud and clear.10 plus plus plus..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as much nice as much it is filled with sadness. sometimes I feel we all live whole day and all nights in that way