When did the pain stop?
As my back was turned to the sun?
Empty, hollow, lost I remain,
For I had you and now I only have this gun.
When did the pain end?
As I closed my eyes to wipe away the last tear?
There is no end except through the darkness;
The darkness of the barrel, my final fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very dramatic, brilliant composition. It made me fear a little.