How many nights do I have to hope?
Silently, quietly, and all alone
How much hurt will penetrate this dark?
(Seeping through skin, desecrating my heart)
Babe I keep my chin up just like you said
But it's these fabrications that leave me misled
Babe I try to vanquish these demons,
But it's so hollow here without any reason
Empty words cradle me with no meaning
Silence stands watch while all the worlds screaming
This room is a prison, this love is a chain
Your ghost mocks me and bloody wounds remain
With the sun I’ll rise, regain my strength
Believe for another day that I only need faith
Then night will come, a never ending cycle
Bringing the weight under which I cripple
Your love was my food, my delight, my wine
Now it’s the poison that destroys my inside
You are a talented poet, you could portray effectively in words of poetry the sentiments of those in love, lost it and the hope to find love again. I can feel it in most of your poems. Thank you for sharing Lin.
Hmm... I recognise this kind of love Linley, so amazing that you're experiencing this so young (not a criticism at all) . Just I was only playing at love back then.... Anyway, you write with great conviction and passion, and that's what makes a great poet for me! HG: -) xxx
A strong poem of loss and longing, which has very moving touches - especially in the judicious use of 'babe'. The pain is exposed but not overdone. It has very good technical merit from beginning to end, and has some dazzlingly good lines. This is superb work Lin. jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have expressed the hopeless intensity of young love with passion and conviction. You're right - love hurts! Your comparison of day and night too is spot on - 3 am is the loneliest time of all. love, Allie xxxx