A thousand knives
tear through my existence
Left my lying there
in dire need if assistance
I thought you’d pick me up
if I’d fallen
Turns out you’re the one
who put me there
Was I a fool to think
I could trust in you?
Should I have known
that you’d say we’re through?
Given to you
my most precious gifts
Love turned to ash,
to the ground it drifts
Heart so heavy
chained inside clenched chest
Spirit’s so tired
wishing it could be laid to rest
Mind ablaze,
eyes like windows staring off into grey
What I thought so important,
I guess never mattered anyway?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem