What a conquering
When a flower is forced..
to live in a tomb..
A very dark one.
with no one hollow..
no light..
no breath..
no feelings.
just tears and misery..
That`s me.....
can`t you see?
I hated my breath,
That brings your smell to me..
Hated my eyes when it see you...
can`t you feel?
My blood is chilling.
when your ugly hands touches me.
o` my miserable life..
how would I continue standing?
like an iceberg..
I think it is now melting..
collapsing.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Without love life is miserable. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.