Blood under pressure
Running high
Thickening substance
A sudden goodbye
Stroke from a clot
No paper to blot
The excess runs dry
A sudden goodbye
Raindrops falling red
Torrential storm in your head
No umbrella to divert the cries
Another shower, a sudden goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a sad poem Alicia, trust it's not based on fact. Cheers, Jerry