My fingers are trembling,
My body is ice-cold.
My chest is on fire,
The pain is breathless.
I see no ring,
My face looks old.
Have no desire,
Everything is pointless.
The stars are crying,
The moon is hiding.
The view is pitch black,
That darkness is growing.
The birds are screaming,
The trees are whining.
The hope is dead,
Feelings are numb.
My body is somber dread,
No more words to be said.
Losing oneself in the pitchy dark,
Losing even that little spark.
Deep in the shadows,
A hollow stare in the mirror.
With a heart full of arrows,
The soul disappears.
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Ina Zeneli
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Comments (6)
Keep shining in happy moments. I love you 😍💗
Wow! Beautiful poem!
Deep, dark, and full of life deepest moments.
brilliant. this is how I felt when my mom died. I felt like everything was ripped out of me. You put my emotions into words. again, brilliant.
You know how to describe human pain so beautifully, the feeling of being lost, the disfiguration of being to the point that it seems that your soul has disappeared, taking with it the splendor that the physical body needs. To describe these kinds of feelings in words is very difficult, taking a writer to a very high artistic level!
This cuts deep. Well done.