Without My World Poem by princess irene Namajja

In the silence of world
Right there in the heart of dark
I rose, picked paper and pen
In the confines of walls to this room
Where all voices of you arise
And begin to speak,
To whisper
Sometimes bringing you back
And sometime to meander upon the skin of my heart
And itch at the tip of it's soul
O yeah, reminding me of how I miss you
Then I get to the knees
Systematically unzip this heart
In the eloquence of loneliness
I pour out whispers to a god somewhere
Just to say;
I need the strength to live without my world
The old world;
The world of me and my love