My heart just beat again...
Oh no it didn't but how come
I breath?
Black is red now, yes blood
has taken over.
Or is it not blood that i see?
Streets are full of streams
Streams not of water, but of
Blood and tears.
How can my heart not beat,
When panic overwhelms my
'entireness'.
Oh I still speak of me,
And forget you who lie stylishly
On black, now red.
You have been dumped in your
Own blood.
How heartless!
I want to carry you home now
But I can't because my feet cannot
Stop running.
I hear a heartbeat now.
Could it be yours?
Am far away from you now
But i hear your heart beat in my ears.
A bullet just caught Lalah.
Another heartbeat is lost.
How long can I hold mine?
How long will it beat?
Can i still hope, with all these bullets
Stopping our hearts?
I hope still... Still i hope...
hopint for the beat very very nice with al these bullets stopping our hearts I hope still........ let the bullets stop and peace prevails all over but when? ........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You create a poem here of a dire situation, of drastic action. The red of blood and the horror that some people face is expressed here and felt by the reader that has not lived through such trouble. I am almost dodging the bullets that come out of your writing. Well done.10/10