This is not an act of martyrdom
Nor a demonstration of grace
This is merely to express a truth
That you deserve to face.
Forgiveness is a funny thing
It seemed so hard to do
But once the thoughts trickled in
The red fog disappeared
Leaving only you.
I struggled to be relentless
Desperately attached to a goodbye
But what's the use in that?
'Tis not the ground I belong on
'Tis in the sky.
'Twas not the red;
'Twas the fog that blurred
The air is red
And it is crystal clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem