The eternal pain, does not seem to end

In cold mornings

filled with pain,

no path ahead,

they move without strain.

And the desolate and the forgotten

stay behind,

due to the pain that their beloved

could not hold in her isolated morning.

No longer day or night,

only eternal tears,

that do not seem to end,

but the day of the beloved one

returns in a hurtful silence.

What about your warm mornings?

Now without light, they wander

through the haze, without

a fixed path, like the dry morning."