Remembering the house that wasnt a home
Remembering being all alone
No one to hear my screams
No one to be there to see him coming
No one to say anything because they didnt know
Remembering a place that i wish to forget
Remembering people who werent around
Forgetting yourself because you were scared
Forgetting the love that should have been there
Forgetting the animals who were there for a brief moment
Pictures being taken were forced
Pictures that were ripped into pieces
But still I remember.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Marlena, this is so sad! But keep writing, because writing is therapeutic and cathartic. It's how we process our emotions. And you may touch the lives of others who can relate, with this. Je vous souhaite bonne.