My borne body shudders
In utter shock
Among even a warm day of sunlight
shining upon me and my heart of rock
When faced with seeing a grown man cry
No soul upon this world
of enduring legacy
That has existed for a time known
before you and me
Is immune to pain that maims in woe so bitterly
Seeing a grown man tear
From two of their solemn eyes in fear
Is enough to no longer dread
A fornlorn future with hope being dead
For a grown man that wails
amidst a cloudless day of no rain in agony
Is so sad to see
Tell us who you are before we Read Your poem. You could be just another alter ego.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Before you judge for credibility to want to wrong tell me why you dont like it. If you like it give the person their props