I wrote this about someone close to me many years ago. It's very sing-songy, but gets my point across.
Destroyed and alone, desperate for narration,
stranger to the night she had before.
Behavior of an underaged essence of temptation,
an empty glass had brought her to the floor.
Now, every day has lapsed,
she forfeit from the game.
The girl just couldn't take it anymore.
No dignity was left,
her head just hung in shame,
closed out from her own life she shuts the door.
Then an angel came pulled her off the floor,
up onto her knees.
Saved her from a fatal path rewrote her destiny.
They looked up at the night sky,
she shed one final tear,
'Where have all my days gone? '
'How did I end up here? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem