Days comes and goes
Weeks comes and goes
Months comes and goes
Years comes and goes
Where is my loved one
are they dead or alive
Why aren't the cops doing anything to find my love one
Its like they never want to find my loved one
When something turns up
A shallow grive with human remains
barley barried in the ground
Still the cops does nothing
to solve the case of the bones
I already know
Those bones is my loved one
Why woult they tell me its him
Please come and tell me
I want to know
Once they start the investagation
They find the DNA and it turns out to be
my loved one
They come to my house
they say, 'Were sorry for your loss. We found the remains of your loved one.'
I start to scream
not believing that my loved one is dead
I start to say that he isn't dead
he's alive right here in this very room
holding my right hand
This poem is not real. I just made it up....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem