Yearning Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
Yearning
There is emptiness
inside my chest.
A smouldering yearning
for something lost, for something
elusive, ineffable: the hiraeth
for something which
maybe never was...
And I wear this empty carcase
every day,
forcing me down—
heavy with nothingness:
But, oh! How I wish I could know
what is it,
that I can barely live without?
Is it the essence of my being,
lost with the love I lost?
Is it a dream I dreamt,
and dissipated with the sunrise?
Tell me, meek little soul of mine:
What is it you are yearning for?
What is it you sought silently,
melancholically,
and painfully secluded?
Is it of this world,
or of another world?
I hope, one day,
it will unveil itself to us.
Yearning for something that we cannot figure out is will certainly cause distraught and this feeling it bound to multiply if we don't stop pondering over it. So, I feel, it is better to leave things as it is.
Sadness with a longing for something that is lost at the core of your being, you search relentlessly in the past for a reason for your melancholy. So beautifully written that touches deep emotions that we all hide from the world but in our thoughts there is always a search for peace and love to complete our journey! Outstanding write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/11/2024 3:51:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Is it of this world, or of another world? I hope, one day, it will unveil itself to us.....oh yes, it will unveil itself to us. This is a beautiful poem on love and dream.