You may see their eyes.
You may think there is something inside,
That occupies and thrives.
But they are gone!
The 'attic' light is off not on!
There is nothing left to say,
Or criticize how they can 'live' that way!
They are gone.
And nothing left of value can be salvaged!
Some may feel it wrong to leave them...
And grieve.
But they are gone!
Never realizing,
The reasons why they were there!
Staring without a care...
They are gone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem