The Ones,
I’ve loved the most!
And in a forest
Full of silent Trees,
There I stand,
Alone…
So very much, alone
That even the cold rain
That drops,
I do not feel
And I don’t own…
How does it feel?
This pain that doesn’t
Stop?
This silence,
From bottom to top,
It’s like groping in the
Dark,
Feeling about blindly,
Waiting for the Dawn
That never comes,
Knowing
In your heart
That life, inevitably
Comes apart,
When you’re alone.