How long shall I hide
The ailments of my heart
Or chase time and tide
With wounds that hurt
Truth now be told
That the crush broke me
Am now grown and old
And memories haunt me
If passion so pays
Then better be alone
For few remain my days
After which I'll be gone
Truth be told
That the flower is taken
And the vase sold
All is forgotten.
You certainly project your sadness or melancholy and sense of lose in this poem. Well written.
a sad poem of the worst pain of all that of a truly shattered heart that has never gone away? .............wonderfully written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tragic echo verse. Thanks