Do you not hear the sounds of the silence
In the emptiness of my heart
The veil of sadness that dulls my eyes
Or the grief that that tears me apart
They say one remembers
Not the words said
But how someone made them feel
The feelings come back to haunt you
Like a movie played reel by reel
Again and again
The barbs that hurt
Clothed in self serving pride
Again and again
The desire to hurt
Reopen the wounds that died
Do you feel the guilt that comes
Of hurting me with your tongue
Do you not hear the sadness song
My weary lips have sung
How I long for a healing hand
ApplyingThe soothing balm of love
A healing wind that blows through
Or a soothing shower from above
Stumbling I rise and continue to walk
On the thorny path of life
Make my way carefully
Round thorny bushes of strife
And then a loving spirit
Took my hand and guided me
Gently and well
I knew I was never alone
He would hold me if I fell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb expressions...This becomes one of my favourites.