He stands there alone
Looking for time
None to spare
He reaches into his pocket
What is it he grabs
Pills
Pills
Pills
All he wants now is death
Will he get it
No
He gets regret and agony
The hero is dieing now
Slow and no one cares
One death that could have been stopped
But didn’t
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great symbolism you got here..so full of imaginations..amazing write