Where once a castle stood
beautiful and strong,
built on years of concreted trust;
one heart now retreats behind its walls.
Defending some perceived attack,
the gates have closed to understanding;
no one knows what to say
and there’s no explanation anyway.
All that remains are hearts lying in ruin;
cast aside in the rubble of a Camelot
gone awry
and no one can tell them why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem