Emotionally dead, weak with tiredness,
Consumed with pain, lost in this world,
Sad and alone, dying slowly.
No one to save her, no one too care.
Will anyone help her, through this pain?
No one truly see what has happened
What is still happening?
Step getting slowly, time getting longer
Breathing getting deeper, harder.
Losing her battle, dying alone.
Why should she fight,
When no one fights for her
Pain coming fast, staying longer.
Time getting slower, lost in a blur.
Haziness for the day, dark clouds stay
Rain pours, yet nothing is washed away.
Death surrounds the living,
Pain never truly leaves the dead.
Gutter filled with blood, Bodies wash past.
So many souls lost, no one cries.
World growing cold, night coming fast.
Why don't you see, all the pain.
Best poems come at work because we know we should be working and not writing great poetry. Black or not this was a great write, I felt the loneliness, despair and pain in this poem. But your right dark poems come out of nowhere! Then we reread it and say, did I write that horrid gem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We don't always need to be in that dark place to write about it. Great job on this! Can feel the sadness and almost desperate cry for someone to please hear you. Very soul touching write!