My dear Ebonies
I write to say a good bye
For all I have,
Is but no more but a high
I know it’s been long
But you’re my hold, my prong
You were my guard
When I was hurt, and scarred
You were my light
When I was lost,
With no one’s help for this fight
But now that I’m gone
And not even in you I can confide
For I’m wasting away,
Dying inside
Oh dear sweet Ebonies
I miss you so
Why’d you leave?
Why’d you go?
My dear Ebonies
I write to say good bye
For all I have
Is but no more but a high
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem