I poured out my heart on a Sheet, I'm dying day by day with this grief, I think my soul is worthless and so I feel sadness, it takes away from me this serene peace. The ink wasn't enough to describe this love, that is burning and consuming me while he is lying to me. Bad thoughts on my mind, roar. I can't live if my love purposely destroys me. With this weeping, came to me a revelation; that I've lost charming of life but with my last breath I cry out: "it has become into a tunel without light".
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Author:
Diana Alvarado (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is an "English" adaptation of my latest poem called "Congoja" which is written in Spanish. Hope you like it.
- Category: Sad
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