'How many will say, 'forgive, ' and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer! '
The edge still leans out under my feet,
quietly and politely,
as if is an opened door or pulled out chair.
I am the one shouting
because it is forever, ever unfair.
You're a destroyer,
eating up the innocence you touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem