Pain shoots through my body
Like needles stabbing a cushion.
I can't move, can't protect myself.
The poison burns my veins.
They stand over me,
Watching, wondering if they should help.
One by one they leave.
Soon there is only him.
'Help' I gasp
Laughing through his eyes,
He turns away
I watch my last hope desert me.
My eyelids become heavy
He whispers in my ear,
'I had to, they new our secret.'
My last breath slowly escapes me
He won.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a sad poem. Liz.