Then one day she said:
'I had best go to bed, '
He had let her walk by
He was never one to pry
He never knew why
Until it was too late to cry
She had laughed and run
Pretending to have fun
Sunlight splashing her hair
As she gulped in the air
She had acted almost normally
Sometimes a little formally
Even when insults were flying
She was never crying
She was ever creeping
It was too hard sleeping
About at night,
Instead she preferred to be out of sight
Even one that was closer than him
Was still always in the dim
She allowed them to dig their hole
Into the depths of her very soul
But still she pretended
Hoping to be defended
He knew naught
Of what she thought
She was dead and gone
He never knew what she had bourne
'Don’t you know, ' she said
'To never wake the dead? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! Awesome! I love the final stanza...total surprise. Hugs, Dee