A manifestation,
Genocide of guilt,
Thousands have passed,
In this heart I've felt,
Never to this day,
Can I predict his time,
He's ready to go,
To say He isn't mine,
I feel the stir of echoes,
The shame in a man,
His heart walked the Earth,
But no more hand to hand,
As His intentions strive lightly,
He can only face dark,
The light was blown out,
Just for Him to fall apart,
His steps fade in the wind,
A saddened soul,
To appear is the bedrock,
There's no more room for Him to grow,
He must be laid to rest,
To finally reunite,
The sparks He once had,
Must begin their final flight…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem