As I look into the eyes of pure sorrow
It is clear to me, the pain I have not earned
For I wish that it be gone, next upon the marrow
For in those eyes, and only in those eyes can you see,
Why you must appreciate life, as bad as it can be
Gazing into a deep brown,
of nothing but poisoned love
Knowing that if you if I dig deeper
Something a beautiful as a dove
Those eyes were not always crying
Not always dying
Those eyes once showed success,
They showed hope for what’s coming
But the terror came in too soon
Like a war band drumming
For this soul was not always black
Not as grey as it is today
The skin is swollen, with limited breaths
Every last one is important
Or he will receive his death
And I hope for some way, for this to be gone
For the pain that I feel, the agony that he lives
may disappear
The mask that helps him breathe, has a quiet yell
Like something screaming and crying, living it’s own hell
I come to realize this is almost too real to imagine
But yet it is still there, terrible, but amazing
His chest moving slowly, fighting to stay alive
To escape this terror, into fantasy, you take a deep dive.
For I have seen this the man, who fights for his freedom
and is still fighting, because one thing he has done is survived up to this
It is this that he must not deny
The only hope that can be done is to wait
To pray that the innocent man, may not receive his fate
But still, I appreciate life every day, no matter how bad it may be
Because if I don’t, this could all happen to me
very sad but nice and gentle good write krista
sad........meaningful...........great write...................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a sad poem, though somehow i can relate in some of its line... good poem..