Rejecting life brings a sadness of it's own,
tears flow steadily, no one can stem their
flow.
Racing quickly, they touch the heart,
causing it to tear slightly - sorrow trickles
out.
Not able to stand and fight, life-blood drains
silently, spilling itself across the lighted
path of once thought of knowledge.
No more waiting, there will never be another
knock upon the door - life used to live here
once and now does so no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem