My grip lossens, slipping away, i fall, fall to the ground,
in which i stay. No more it seems, i can only lay here,
withering away to the sound of their voice, i cry anyway.
Tear after tear, it just continues, never ending,
never near to the end i fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Continual suffering..unheard. An emotional poem, WEll done; D