A gentle sound
All around
Sobbing from a chair
A poorly soul
Beyond control
Hardly even there
She knows my face
Observes my space
She's climbing from that chair
Clawing, scratching
Closing in
It's more than I can bare
I feel afraid
This mess we've made
As sobbing turns to cries
She drops a tear
And drags me near
Rage in bloody eyes
A horrendous scream
A tortured dream
A sleep where know one can waken
My wonderful wife
Suffering this life
All her beauty taken
I tried my best
I failed the test
I'm now a broken man
I love her still
And always will
As much as anyone can
They've calmed her now
I've wiped her brow
Her fragrance on my sleeve
I remember her style
Her beautiful smile
I whisper 'I love You' then leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes its hard to scratch out pain in an enjoyable read this you have accomplished here...blessings