In the coolness of the night
I see a heartless man
Wandering about.
His face full of blood
And bruises that won't heal.
He carries a picture,
Of his deepest memory.
Hope doesn't exist,
With him anymore.
Nightmares haunt his mind.
Dreams don't come true,
Anymore.
He reaches for the sky,
But falls on his face.
He lays there,
With tears in his eyes,
And no desire to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem