The battle is over
The dust has settled
Together we toil
in the void of a collosal loss
We meet again
On the narrow path of life
But shy away
From the prob of each other's eyes
The words
we unleashed
lacerate our hearts
Like poisonous arrows
The battle is over
The dust has settled
But subtly we die
Of this futile battle with our conscience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem