sometimes…is the passing of a certain time
…when we dream so much
…when we hope so much]
…when we pain so much
when your heart is full of emptiness
when your thoughts just come with no words
when all you want to do… is keep yourself in silence
when pain can hurt you no more
when there is no more space for another wound
when you are numbed…can no longer feel anything
when all you can do is make a sigh
when all you hold on has found its end
when you are just floating… in the wild vast of nothingness
when you thought everything is alright
when you have begun to think of so much joy
when you start to believe… that you are yourself to live on
sometimes…is the passing of a certain time
…when we stop dreaming
…when we stop hoping
…when we stop the pain
in acrylic painting by suzette portes san jose
A fine, candid and introspective poem.
thank you, my friend, VijayNair for always having your time for my poems…as i write my heart’s content… 🙂
Woah! Thoughts that gush from the soul. Kudos!
thank you, dear friend, every beat of the heart has its words spoken… 🙂
The passage of time can work wonders! Love this, Great write Suzette
Anouncheka…thanks, again and again, my friend for your kind comment always…time heals the wound of the heart…