Sometimes I wonder where to find the outlet of
these
screams in the quiet night
the thoughts are to immediate and dangerous
the night is along
for the last door that openend up to the
pity of
my ever beating heart
the unforgiveable blood into the lie of the
world
somehow it felt stormy and unfamiliar
to forgive and to unforget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem