She kneels, unable to move
As she watches the warm red pour from him
She fights back the tears
But she cannot stop the brewing brim
Eventually the floodgates open
And out rushes the blue
When his heart is finally empty
She thinks what she sees can't be true
She holds her head up high
Resolution in her eye
She leaves him to rest peacefully
In the pool of purple
Tyler, Those who live by the sword, die by the sword. See my poem, Never Ending. Warrior, take a knee and say a prayer.
I wish I could fully grasp this one, its captivating but im missing the last piece. im sure its open to interpretation but your words really speak to me and i want to find out how exactly you think, what makes you tick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jay, I think the last piece is about the woman finding the courage to carry on. She is able to let the man rest, she is at peace with his death. The man lays in a pool of purple which is the mix of the blood (red) & the tears (blue). I like this poem a lot, there is something innocent about it and this purity is really touching.