Here I am,
Alone,
Without a sound, almost unborn,
A lonely tear flows down my cheek,
Making me feel more sad and weak.
Silence,
A dark clad drone,
That makes me think, I'm just a stone,
That makes me feel much more alone.
Movement,
The metal cold hands of a clock,
The hours strain like grains of sand,
The earth becomes a stranger's land,
Never again will you be near,
All that is left are tears and fear.
Yes, this is a very sad poem about loss of life, of love, of someone special. I'm so sorry Sandra!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope there are times of joy that break the sad hours into endurable periods. Peace, love and happiness, Sandra