Crowded Void

A semi-Shakespearian sonnet that describes the nostalgic status of the poet missing his beloved.

Explication:

My dear tell me what most be done

I have no choice but to complain

(Tell me, my love,what do I do? I can do nothing without you, all I can do is complaining)

I feel like I have up no sun

Nor the clouds more likely would rain

(Missing you feels like nature deprived me from the privileges it gives to people like sun shine and rain)

My dear, I feel no words can tell

Nor write about my great sorrow

They just downward off my pen fell

And stuck on papers like arrows

(I feel like I'm wasting time and ink writing this piece of paper as nothing is going to fulfil my feeling of nostalgia, not even my own words and expressions)

My dear, I can no longer stick

This world with emptiness crowded

(Although there are a lot of people around me, I feel like I'm alone when you are not with me)

I miss you that when my eyes blink

I see you with your lips rounded

(When I close my eyes, I see you. When I open them, I miss you)

Although to speak I do not dare

Missing you is my real nightmare

(Sometimes, when we are afraid of something we don't dare to even talk about it in order to avoid being pessimists and because even thinking about it may hurt us. However, if we want to relief ourselves, we need to speak, we need to cry.)