The  memories were like little snowflakes, 
all different
all fading fast. 
Some happy
some in pain, 
some filled with love, 
and some hate.
My mind is blank. 
I have seen the pain
I have seen the hate.
They all have died
They are no more 
But they were once someone. Maybe a cat
maybe a dog 
maybe a bird
maybe a frog
maybe they were like you and me
maybe they were family
 maybe they were alone.
Their screams showed pain
 their laughs fill hearts
the things we had lost, 
they now have gained
 maybe it's a tought 
 we all have lost
 we all have loved,  
we're all the same
 but not alike at all. 
 We all want the same thing 
 we're all going after in different ways
some take the high road
 others the low
 some will do anything
even sell their soul.
The world seems to fade
The colors of my soul turn to gray  Happy days now dance away.
Now only the dust.
The dust of Lost days.
Now they hide.
They hide from the truth 
They hide from me
And they hide from you.
They crower
In ponder 
Their waiting for tomorrow 
they're waiting.
they're waiting.
They want me to break 
Their tugging 
Their Pulling
And scratching
I'm trying 
I'm trying
I can't make it here.
They have got me
I've lost.
I'm done
And I'm gone
Now I hang my head in shame
They whisper 
They shout
They call me out
They talk 
 what about
How I have lost
My battle to life
They see my scratches
They see my scars
My burns 
My faults.
As I lay
They start
To say
She's to far gone.
She needs to stay.
I have lost her. 
She is worth nothing more.
She needs to stay.
 ~ Kira Musick                
a mood of sadness pervades through out the poem, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
We all want the same thing we're all going after in different ways beautiful!