I was disturbed
As if wounds were rubbed
Giving pain with long tease
Rest of the life may not be at an ease
I felt heavy burden
That has struck me all of sudden
She had left me alone
As if the wind had blown
I do not mind about change
Some of the things are not easily managed
It can be said “bad luck”
They may often struck
Mind remains restless
Shine goes of the face
You like to talk no one
You may prefer isolation
Time may heal
And fill
The vacuum may not remain
Eve though left over may be some pain
Becomes a permanent part of you. Tracy Bollinger56 minutes ago Adding more layers to complexity of the heart. Good write. Comment +1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Cinda Staver59 minutes ago Wow, I really liked this poem a lot. Such an in depth, descriptive and detailed poem...very beautifully written my friend! ! Keep up the great work. Comment +1