The rooms look the same
So dark and cold
Nurses running around, yet nothing to be told.
Wanting to give a last minute speech hoping they will grow old.
Images taken and will forever burn.
To keep you in the moment until the loss kicks in...
Alone again in this dark place
Looking at the people with no expression on their face
Yet only sadness in their eyes
It’s as though I can hear their cries
And then a loss of hope
Maybe it’s me who’s crying
Sitting watching my best friend dyeing...
Losing all hope, with no expression on my face
Only the bitter taste of losing everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem