The Bane of my existance
still scratching at desires door.
Apathy seeping its ugly pain
filtered through sieves of unforget
left to rot in needs contempt.
Committed to memory I now own you
held closely by pasts thwarting disregard
then blurred through bloodied eyes.
Recalling the decades since
I kissed anew the taste of crimson lips
then washed over with every breath.
Let go to pursue hopes answer
Hope?
That waning light that
seeks accolades that eludes grasp.
With a sigh I say goodbye
till every memory of your memories have faded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem