As it seems,
everything that I hold dear,
is far away, much to far to hold.
I reach out
hoping to find
icy hands peeking out from silver clouds.
Look at me, no expression on my face.
Because my heart aches, with the longing and pain.
For lonliness,
makes a bitter friend,
a sympony of sorrow that may never end.
All alone
the glass in my chest breaks
cutting through the skin begins to take.
And to the wind my thoughts so light they blow away,
and what's inside
is little but enough to save.
And when the world begins to turn it's back,
and shake it's head on my lying under shining stars.
Wishing I could look down, and watch from afar.
And observe it all...
Instead of being held captive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem