Time, counting the minutes sliding by, gone forever
Gotta keep busy, gotta keep goin’, gotta occupy my mind
Cos time heals, it’s said, they said, just time
Sliding by
How much time does it take to heal?
Take two, three times a day, with meals?
Two days, two weeks, two months, two years?
Decades? ?
No longer do I bleed with pain
That gut wrenching, dry sobs, broken pain
Bed’s too big, hug the pillow, can’t sleep pain
Hollow
Yet still, its there, it creeps up like a wraith
Wrapping mistily around me, a cloud over the sun
Old wound, now scarred, still throbs, telling me
You are gone
Time, has not healed, it’s only dulled the ache
No surgery, no medicine, no treatment, not even time
Cures the emptiness, fills the spaces I still find
In the corners of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good composition..it is said time heals but the scars never go....hope 4 a beeter future, a new morn.....