Deep within my heart of hearts,
lies a pain that freely flows;
an anguished river of ageless tears,
that I cried so long ago.
Nothing can soothe this pain I feel,
no Damn can hold back my rage;
caused by years of wasted tears,
from a life of shame and heartache.
Just when I think there are no tears left,
for me to possibly cry;
a tidal wave of emotions flood,
my heart, my soul, my mind.
I'm not sure how deep my river is,
nor how far my pain goes down;
but there is no echoe when a teardropp falls,
as it silently lands on the ground.
I've cried a well of tears in my life,
and my heart can not be repaired;
for it has been broken as crystall glass,
as it has been shattered everywhere.
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