Do not look at me,
For I am dead.
I have grown white as the first winter's snow.
My soul is lifeless and I am merely a ghost.
I have no thoughts or feelings.
I have only but of certain actions.
I can not speak.
I can only look at the happy people, And know
That will never be me again.
I will never grow old.
I am lifeless, my soul taken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really good poem. Honestly, I can't describe what I feel when I read it. But I just know it tears me apart and right now i want to cry. it made me feel depressed, but it spoke to me. I don't why, but this poem is one of the greatset i have ever read. therer is something abut it that captivates me, maybe it be the first few lines that captivates. thank you so much for writing it, i love it.