Pushed to the ground,
kicked in the ribs.
so many injuries
in such short time.
Broken bones...
Scarred heart...
Beaten body...
every color reminds me of you.
Blue from the color of my skin
for the bruise you left on my heart.
Red from all the blood
for the cuts caused by your hands.
Black for the dear roses
layed upon my grave.
But your brown eyes
still linger in my mind
the deep saddness that comes over
them when you saw what you did.
when you knew i was no longer
coming back.
memories flying past your eyes.
eyes growing blacker with each one
till you turn yourself away from
all that has become of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was really sad, but still well written. You know the song Broken, Beat, and Scarred by Metallica? It says 'what don't kill you makes you more strong'. I hope that can be the case with you.