The tragedy unfolds
oh memorys comforts
the tears that flow
Truely the sky I can imagine
that upon which I beheld
but never admired
As I lay here
alone and forgotten
that voice is all that matters
the penetrating sting
on such shaterred heart
strunged and batered
I remembered faintly how
the wind played on my hair
and on my skin
such a pleasent dream
but quickly slipped from me
Again I come back from my daze
to this cold and dark state
the abominations running
to and thro not minding of my precense
Ah, the sun how it shone in its glory
made the flowers bloom so fully
the sweet smell filling engulfing
it seems Im there...not truly
The touch so warm it startled me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem