laying in on the floor
in a room with a locked door.
crying out my eyes
saying my goodbyes.
i hear a voice
condemming my choice.
'Don't Cry!
Don't Die!
you are loved!
there's no room for you above! '
i ask 'who are you?
what should i do? '
but as i cry
i heard my Uncle Steve tell me
'Don't Cry! Don't Die! ! ! ! I will
protect you and your little sister
and your mother safe in the days yet to come! ! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes the pain is just too great to hide: (i know i been there too, very touchy poem i like it, good work ;)