From virginity to fertility - it goes.
From blood to lust, innocence to trust,
we lose them all – they go.
I’ve lost my nerve, my confidence;
lost sight of what I know. We can lose
our grips, our homes, our passion
for the fight and our flair for doing it
right. We can lose them all
in the passing of a breath. I’ve lost
words I should have said and at times
I’ve lost my mind. We can lose our hearts,
our friends. In the end we lose them all.
They go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted poem. The brevity of the couplets and flow of internal rhyme serve to heighten the pathos of the message. An affecting and admirable piece of writing. S :)