I wait, the cold air being hit by smoke
you lie there effortlessly, you wait too
wait to be forgotten like the other ghosts I knew
unwillingly I fight time
keeping you near
until the coldness consumes me and I choke.
Words you longed to hear
and I thought so pointless
even as you cried with a last breath
hoping to be heard
the world was unconscious
looking only with ignorance
you felt worthless with the aid
of those you loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this poem. The flow is nice. I felt myself wanting more as I finished. Its a good write.