Waiting
By: Kathryn O.
The flowers have died
To memories of you I am tied
It really hasn’t been that long
In my head, I constantly hear your song
Why can’t I awake from this terrible dream?
I fear this will be a recurring theme
Counting the blessings of my life before
Before death came and knocked on your door
The sun, the moon, the stars still shine
Thoughts of the past play in my mind
How beautiful and loving our world used to be
Nothing can be done to set my mind free
For now I live with this tribulation
Waiting and praying for my liberation
To be free of this world that has now gone cold
The hand I have been dealt, I am ready to fold
With a heavy heart, I’ll muddle through
Waiting for the day when I again, see you
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I would like to translate this poem
i loved your poem..its so touching ..