A pool of tears, always full,
ready to overflow at will
whenever notes of love are strummed
on the strings of my heart.
Be it a song, a dance, or just a word,
I see your face
I hear your voice,
the tears flow.
I know for certain
it will always be so;
from the well of sorrow
the pool refills itself.
I am among family and friends,
yet I feel alone;
words of comfort
don't soothe my pain.
Life has lost its flavour,
the future lost its allure;
I am without an anchor,
adrift in a world not my own.
When dark despair engulfs me,
you shine a light to save me;
I have your love to remember,
and your promise of 3rd of November.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another nice poem though sad background thats about the iraq u write wonderfully, almost all the poems read today woven nicely keep it up