In this dark room, I try to sleep…
This foolish heart of mine, why does it weep?
Those memories of her, why don’t they fade?
What were the mistakes, I should never have made?
Her pretty face , makes my heart skip a beat..
Too stubborn to accept, it’s defeat..
Why does it fret, why does it cry?
That wicked fate of mine, why cant it defy?
Feeling forlorn,
I turn on the light.
Wondering, now that she is gone,
For whom should I write?
To put myself to rest, a pen is all I need.
On this very page, with words I shall bleed..
Forcing a smile on my face,
I try to put the past behind,
Picking a pen from a case,
I start writing out my mind.
I write of love, I write of hate.
I write of destiny and fate.
I write of happiness, I write of pain.
I write all this in disdain..
Now that it’s almost dawn
I slowly turn off the light.
Wondering, now that she is gone.
Should I ever really write?
As the Sun begins to rise
I collapse on the bed…
Finally, I close my eyes..
To death, I have bled…
the pain of heart beautifully explained..trying to figure out the cause of the pain and then trying to get out of it too.. nice write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this one. You are a talented writer: -)