Grieving /a glass of water and apples make a living the walls of the soul are dropped like paper by the hand...(An Original Poem)

Grieving

a glass of water and apples
make a living
the walls of the soul are dropped like paper by the hand
so is the start
in the tear of the soul
resident of my verse
there is no gathering or discount
all that can be said
is that i love you, my new verse
why do you go so ?!
face to face faces
the mouth does not boom
in the streets of the world
people continue life
they do not know us, they do not see us
and we silence the silence
with the steps running
boom ... boom ... boom …
but the voice does not come out of the mouth
we are one and forgive
yes ... the long way to go
how to run ...

sh.k.