A plethora of broken dreams
Her fate is set to endure
Nothing in her decaying heart
Could enlighten the darkness
That had covered her soul
Every piece
Holds yet no value
In her distressing wish
Shards of memories
Cut open the wound
Her body had failed to heal
Drops of blood
Fill her barren canvas
With anguish and regret
Her lips tasted phobia
As she pardoned forgiveness
A beautiful last good-bye
Her suicide
Remains unforgotten
In the memories of none
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem