These tears are blood,
Blood oozing from a fractured spirit,
A wounded soul, a broken hope
No doctor has learned to fix.
Life is a sport. I am a loser.
I must watch in pain
Another celebrate the prize,
The prize I couldn't win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blood oozing from a fractured spirit, A wounded soul, a broken hope...experience of the broken heart is pictured very well in short verses..... thnk u dear poet. tony