Speaking in hushed tones,
As if you could disrupt anguish.
Silent tears cutting a path along each face.
A single tear dropp can hold many emotions
Joy and Anger
The majority hold sadness.
Standing above her cold lifeless body,
Sends me into a downward spiral of pain.
The image of her lying in a wooden encasing
Where her body would lay forever
Hard and decaying.
Seared onto my brain,
Promising to haunt my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem