I wish i had helped that day
Instead i walked away
as you called my name..
Always being let down
and gravity holding you to the ground
too much for your fragile heart
being torn apart by the hatred and pain..
A bird with broken wings
with no voice you can sing
the world watching
as you bleed..
I love how you ended this poem. It seems so final, but I hope it's not too late for the person you write about.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's never too late. It's really painful. I think you should go and help the person you are consoling through these words. Best Wishes.