How am i suppose to move on,
when the world has stopped turning,
The hands on the clock stands still.
like a statue, still, never moving.
My sun has ceased to shine its light,
no more stars that i can count.
There is not even darkness around me.
I cant hear the music of birds in the morning.
even the universe itself has left,
as if everything has gone back in time,
back to nothingness, before time was,
because without you nothing exists.
not even I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written, I like your openess.