Silently he sits
By the stairway of his despair
He does not know I am watching
Or even that I care
His hope has all but left him
As he cringes to words below
The stairway to his mind
Is covered with memories over grown
He graps onto the railing
As if he is grasping onto life
His body is half naked
As are the shadows in his night
If I could just reach out and touch him
And take from him his strife
I would place this in his heart
That there is much more hope to life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very sad, but with warmth..... Enjoyed this one...... Bonnie Collins