This pain in a hall
leaves me with nothing at all
What has happened?
It cuts like swords that are sharpened
How will I endure this visage,
as if rippled in a mirage
I cry out to the skies
as silence roams our hearts streets
Why this endless Span
leaving me boiling in rage
I see, feel, touch no hope!
Heart it is, not concrete
My heart, eyes...
cry blue for you but all in vain.
II
A misdemeanor called falling in love
I suddenly turned out sorry for the faultfinder,
bottomless in my heart I supposed doubtlessly
I presumed I had secured a partner for life,
The one special for another regrettably
Proven by everyone but you
No coolant is enough for my heart,
I long for nothing less or more than you
The pillow in my bed should reveal to the world,
getting drenched must be traumatizing nightly
surprisingly up till now your soul isn't at rest
'I' the sole burden in your life is off but,
A loss still not only mine
Nothing resolved for either!
Stephanie Apila & Ankwasa Harlord
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem