Flawless imperfections without divine words of remorse
saturated the light within my fractured soul.
A situation transcended as silence took its course,
while upon awaited trepidation, I gave you the scroll.
Lawless obligations fill the pages of the script.
Within lies the content of my reading..
Misapplication and disregard are the pages you flip
as the ink drips on the floor forever bleeding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem