The deepest pits of hades,
no longer glow red.
We mourn your bleeding.
Your snow white petals,
are no longer.
They are the colot of pain and suffering.
We dont ask, you dont awnser.
The atmosphere is heavy with sorrow.
But it will be here as morrow come.
Thou does not hesitate,
to be immortal.
Thou cannot leave because
thou are no longer normal.
Very well written poem Michelle. I enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing. Pam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree a very well written peace. Some good imagery used there too. Well done x