Please take from my life
the things that have been given to my eyes.
The sight is burned inside my mind
and they haunt me late at night.
Please, take this pain from deep inside
I want it to bleed out from my eyes.
Let me cry out to the depths
one last tear and one last breath.
And may I join all the guilty rest
who have lived in innocent's regret
with all the memories they cant forget.
Amen.
And may I join all the rest who have lived only to regret the memories they cant forget..... O, that line of your prayer cuts a deep groove in my heart, it is so true, there will always be those memories (never created in the moment) an then you spend years regretting inaction... Thanks for sharing, Ruth
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I would like to translate this poem
beutiful, simply beutiful