he stares at the carnage around him
bodies lie motionless
alone forms in pools of blood.
faces stick out to him
blank faces
silent screams
faces of friends
of enemies
numbness has taken control
no more pain
no more anguish
he breathes a sigh of relief
a thud rumbles through the empty halls
the shouting of pokece
as they burst through the door
he cant help but smile
they're too late
help always comes too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem