A heart so broken and wrenched from my heavy aching chest, real hard...
You haphazardly trampled onto it, it now remains all flattened out, as you screamed, afterwards you would shake your fist and shout..
My heart by you was taken from me and tossed about.
You disposed of it while unbeating, of it, you threw it in the pile marked 'do not keep-but kindly please properly discard'.
This heart that was by you, sadly well torn in two and left for broken...
Shall forever by you, be worn around your neck, as a loved lossed painful war-token.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Michael, this reminds me of Coleridge's The Ancient Mariner (the albatross round the mariner's neck as a punishment) . Lovely write. Susie.