Remnants of himself were still evident on the wall
The places where his nails clawed at bled profusely
As eyes darted towards the darkness under his eyes
People moved away from him, attempting to saunter
Yet clearly evoking a sense of burden and fleeing
All he asked for was a little splash of warm colors
Against the grey skies that took over his cold skin
He broke into a scream that scared his lone roof
Haunted as it was, the place he poured himself in
To be wanted and needed was the only key he lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem