I need to see inside myself
to know whether hills can grow
where mountains have crumbled
I know death wipes out
the sadness of life
but where does it all go?
Why does every prayer
in my soul still starts and ends
with your name?
Day after day, my pain
wears the mask
of a virgin
Was it because I loved you
with a love more intense
than love itself?
What is the use to linger
and dance to the rhythm of life
whilst inside, I am empty?
I strip naked in poetry -
I feel detached but still yearn
for your touch