Seemingly lost and alone in the dark of night
Everything fades from sight, The sounds become whipers
The clouds roll in once again
To rain down upon you
The last storm you will see
You await it, knowing it is coming
You stand in the midst of it waiting
For it to take you away with it
The pain it brings is unbearable
The rain drops turn to blood
The lightning slices through you like a razor blade
You lay on the ground helpless
In a murky pool of blood you feel cold
And alone and scared
Not a soul is in sight
No one will know until it is too late
A voice from the distance whispers to you
It is never too late
you feel a hand placed upon you
Everything fades to black, nothingness
The voice tells you to hang on
The storm passes over as quickly as it came
Leaving broken things and puddles everywhere
But you are still laying there
Sheltered by the words of another
To carry on another day
You may have alot of things to fix
It will not be easy
But the storm wasnt strong enough
Thank you for not letting go
Thank you for holding on
Thank you for not letting it be too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem