As I lay, I looked around me,
At my walls, Windows, Ceiling and Door.
As I lay I thought,
About our happy memories.
As I lay, I remembered,
The way we lay together.
As I lay I cried,
Each memory so overwhelming.
As I lay, a part of me died.
How could he do this to me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sinead, I really like the way you conveyed the overwhelming emotions in this piece