Slowly and painfully
the heart of one shatters
It never heals, it is always desolate
It fears another broken piece
That will sink into a dark place
Other dented and broken pieces are waiting
Just sitting there in their loneliness
Finding a way back into our minds
As a tear falls, one after the other
The pain starts rushing through,
It feels as if it put an incredible weight in us
It’s a pain like no other, it is pure torture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written poem and a good theme dealing with the senisitivity of the heart once hurt deeply. I invite you to read 'A poetess wrath', to see an injured and tortured heart speaking and shouting in a poetic form.