I see you, I reach out, you disappear.
I must be crazy.
I must be hallucinating.
I dream of you. The memory of you makes it worse.
Why Live?
Why breathe?
When all I do is grieve?
Why did you leave me, only to save me?
You're a dream. A painful memory. A nightmare...
A Trickery Of The Mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh such a horror of memory.. an agony of reality...sigh! ! ! what a life....great expressive poem shared here...so touching! ! !