Out on her own
Cold and alone
Lost in nightmares
And loneliness
She lies on the hard,
Crooked floor
She longs to be like you
In the dark night
She silently screams
Praying to be seen through death
Her life melts away
Leaves her alone
Laying on the cold floor
In silent bliss
As the tiny heart of the
Rejected
Unborn child
Lays still on the floor
For ever more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent, a very sad yet intriguing Ian