Why I'am unsatisfied in this life?
Did I forgot? lost? or loss something?
Living a path that feed me in agony
It is me, confused about my life
I love my being but i hate my fate
Fate like lost in the island,
Island without living but silence
I live without capturing happiness
Everyday, life seems immeasurable
For it does not make a number of days
But a number of ways to live
Living without regrets by others
How about me? How do I live today?
Living or burying in the nightmare
Nightmare without escape of living
Without waking up in the edge of the morning
Silent future speaks the woe
That I will not be blooming
But be corrupted and plague
Punishment marking at my heart of sorrow
Still, still searching the water
But answer lies within me the future
If I will be perish and torture
Or I will die without regrets in peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem