Mom? Mom?
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
Wanting to hear your voice, to see your eyes, to hear you
laugh - nothing happens and your silence continues to begin.
It is unbearable - the sadness, pain and deep emptiness pull
me down into the blackest despair.
There is no one I can turn to, as slowly, I turn over and die
deep inside for the rest of my life.
Hello Roseann this moved me to tears such depth of feeling well done but i feel this poem was born of some personal sorrow and if that is so my heart goes out to you. Great poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey RoseAnn now i know the story behind the words my heart breaks for you your poem is wonderful and a fitting tribute well done you my friend