Every day grows harder,
Some days I can barely drag myself out of bed,
To grab a drink of water,
The memories all replay inside my head,
The way we used to laugh and play,
All gone and now there dead,
The way we used to smile and lay,
Now I'm full of dread,
The knife once my enemy now my friend,
Lay next to me in bed,
No matter how hard I try to breath,
I can't mutter a single word to speak,
It's like I'm slowly dying inside,
Suffering and pleading,
The way I feel is displeasing,
But there's nothing we can do,
But to just sit there, watch and wait,
And pray I come back to life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
suffering and pleading, I like it, thanks.