How amusing it is to find you on your knees
the apparently tenacious spirit you had
savagely laid low
by a single crippling realisation
You beg for forgiveness that I will not offer
in the hope that I would change my mind
your please and actions are unheard by me
and they are too soft for me to feel
Your apologies are weak and feeble
when compared to your crimes
despite your assertions to the contrary
I don't want or need you in my sight
as I have more urgent matters to attend
I turn away without a word
to continue the path in my quest
though I am happy to forget about your existence
I can and will never truly forgive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem