Emptiness crowds my view,
Of where there used to be pictures of me and you,
Now there is a vast black space,
And where my heart used to be; a stone has replaced.
My eyes have never looked so emotionless,
And my body has never been consumed with more coldness,
A ghost is more real than myself,
That if you reached out your hand to help,
I wouldn’t doubt that it would fall right through me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is truly fantastic! Your use of words are amazing! very well written, sometimes we all feel as if were ghosts, Questioning if were actually here, incredible. :)