I am a stain of blood on the wall
On the wall in a prison cell
A verdict of soul-slaughter
On the grounds of a provocative swell
I miss that ounce of a holy flesh
Between my fragile skin and bone
Where I used to play in merriment
But now I am alone to atone
This ancient wall of love
Here firmly made of stone
And it shows mercy everyday
For I am on it to moan
Dangling my hopeless bones
In a nearby woods of dreams
Skull given to the physicians
I still can hear those screams
I am a bloodstain on the wall
On the wall of a darkest jail
And in this jail of the crooked world
A confinement I avail
Frustrated adventurousness of youth
Can spring from no where
I may forgive my becoming a stain
If only my soul craves for the fair!
Written on the night of the 2nd May,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem