Fantasies and dreams collide with reality,
she remembers the person she'll never be.
His words as the soundtrack of her memories,
will always replay, always forgetting her pleas.
Her mind is crowded with screaming emotions,
a finger across her cheek-her continual motion.
As the black will continue to enclose her mind,
just as the mascara runs down- its her defined.
The constant reminder of what could have been,
the enclosure of her soul will threaten to win.
The will is lost, her tears run dry,
broken hearted, unable to cry.
No longer an array of sadness and loss,
she remains in a capsule, under the frost.
As he cries above the ground,
he'll just become another mound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Evocative title and brilliant concluding stanza.