'Oh, woe is me', she cries again.
Not caring of the carnage left behind.
The utter destruction she so kindly bequeathed her loved ones.
Selfish, self absorbed, oblivious
That is she.
Selfless, giving, forgiving, patient;
There lies the rest of the world
Everywhere she went
Like a shattered glass, peices lay everywhere; shiney and jagged
Carefully, the ones around her dilegently tip toe around the remains broken, sharp.
Ever so careful
Ever so fearful
Ever so doubtful
Doubtful that she would ever change
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem