lost and forgotten
she begged us to seek her...
we marched past with heads down.
wracked and neglected
she willed the world to care...
it maintained its self-gravitating tilt.
fading and desperate
she searched for a rekindling...
they hoarded their passion.
hanging and breathless
she succumbed to it all...
no one even cut her down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem