There must be some mistake,
Perhaps I’m not quite yet awake.
I can’t believe my eyes.
These words must in fact be fake,
I must be reading lies.
My heart deeply aches for you,
My red eyes are no longer blue.
I’m in shock and disbelief.
I wish there was something I could do,
To ease you of this grief.
If only I could take the pains,
Your throbbing capillary veins,
Dear friend, I’d take it all away.
Then you’d be rid of these migraines
And able to live your day.
Some say “I know how you feel, ”
But I too have spun that big wheel,
I know the battles inside.
You’ve been shot in your Achilles’ Heel
And slammed by a brutal tide.
But soon you’ll heal from this degrade
And tuck away the memories made,
Somewhere, somehow, someday.
Then all the gloomy clouds will fade
And everything will be ok.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem