Something's at the edge of your heart.
All the memories are torn apart.
The clashes of sensitivity and foolish pride.
The time wasted, as loved ones are the casualty's.
Egos fight the heart's frailty.
The lessons from those departed ignored.
Words stood out without equal.
Time might run out but you know you've
done your best. God can attest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem