She stands a moment
Merely gazing at a blank wall
With grave contempt He stares
Not minding her presence
Not even her shadows
The air blows gently then whispers
'Hey buddy what's up for you? '
She moves closer, closer
His body stiff his neck unmoved
'Could this be him? ' She asks.
Suddenly, a smile he gave her,
Nothing more, never more
She scratches her head
Then silence, more silence
Death was just at the door.
Slowly and quietly
She stretches her hand to touch,
But only a glance from Him she got
Death was just at the door
Then a chagrin, and nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem