Denied my care
denied my soul
when it comes to trust
i shall uphold
the truth might be devastating
but as we all know
the truth sometimes injuries
but shall not be told
to trust another
when one is gone
can take weeks
even months alone
but shall we forget
the the crushing blows
not to the heart
but to the soul
night by night
i see the old
smashed by the truth
and turned into stone
murder perhaps
seeking in vain
just a clasic mist
that once was named
ashamed by glory
barely maimed
once before
i had no shame
if words are
Expressions why dont they go away?
Why must they express
the feeling put away
a trusty steed
i once had to betray
as shocking as it is
i still remained untamed
claiming to this day
i shall obtain
the awful truth
That ran threw my vains
now im alive
but only one choice remains
should i move on
or should i
Run away
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I would like to translate this poem
Mr Blueford i love your write, its actually really good, and if you were like me, not understand what a stanza is then let me demonstrate to you what it means. first stanza the sun shone down on her face its warmth its rays captured beauty in a trance Secound stanza Her eyes were closed as she smiled up to the sun her body stealth naked in gold Third stanza the beauty they saw took their breath away they witnessed a goodess in beautys sun rays.