Stabs from a sword lay upon my broken heart
shear clamor at the thought of laying bear my soul
nothing left but to break my spirit apart
how I rather permanently rest than too deal with this struggle
How I would like to pass on
not from this world but from this point in my life
to move forward and not backwards
and to put an end to this strife
How my body searches for healing
for gut wrenching depth
for truth and understanding
for wisdom and strength
How I wish for clarity and simplicty
for misguided steps to be straightened
to truthfully find serenity
and to put an end to all this madness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem