Personal poem

1. Without you
My last cigarette sticks to my lungs
My words shiver in front of you
Full of hope and fear
You see me sitting here petrified
Without love, empty and sick.
The edge of the forest
And the forest it is so black and empty
Without you I count the hours without you
With you the seconds stand still.
It's now silent and without life
And breathing becomes oh so hard for me
Bleeding, exhausted
But your love is flowing through my veins.
I still hear your voice talking to me
Still feel your lips touching me
Still shines your light on me
Still love you.
And Without you I cannot be
JocsanGaddiel JimenezMartinez
Anglophone Literature
Universityof Pamplona