laying helpless on the floor,
nothing but a trible of blood
ans stillness
as i look down
at once was my heart
that beated ever sec
now...
it just lays there
helpless
with no warmth
to warm its pitiful
heart back up
all what is around
is darkness,
but as i look down
there it is right in front of me
im so scared to pick it up
what if i cant make it beat again
what if nothing ever changes
am i suppose to stand here and die
or better yet become nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem