Tired of the battle the will that held fast
Surrendered and fell into silence at last.
The angels were singing the songs of the fall,
The verses all written in blood on the walls.
The soldier lay broken and covered in scars,
After years of fighting invisible wars.
Empty as silence and cold as a stone,
He died as he lived; lost and all alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem