She stands on the stone,
so dead, so alone
staring at the ground
laying distance between her.
For the life that she lived,
is one disaster after another
only one to help her,
only one who loved her.
but the lies that he told,
has pushed her to the edge
shes done and through,
'i'm sorry', he said
she turned around
at the sound of his voice
she looked in his eyes,
but this was her choice
she turned forward again,
she steps off the ledge
the ground moves faster toward her
this is her end
for his words were to late
to save her lost soul
shes dead, shes gone
it's his turn, to be alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a poem of pain. Always hard to read such. Poets still love life, no matter what they write. This was well written. I recommend it. GW62