I look at your face
Covered with haunting tears
And I think, “What a beautiful disaster! ”
A murdered spirit that may never resurrect
I grow angry towards those responsible
Anger towards faces I never seen
People I never had the displeasure to meet
I look at your jade green eyes, your blank stare
“Tell me how I can help you! ” I say in desperation
But your gone, your nothing and it’s not even your fault
No cure for the emptiness in your hollow shell
A waste of a shipwreck that once could have been restored
You can’t be saved, I accept that
But they are able to rot
And so they shall
To atone for my beautiful disaster
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem