I am empty
I lost it all
Left torn like a piece of paper
Swiftly falling into the fire
My ashes blown away
What have I become
No longer do I hold a reflection
This face I do not recognize
I wish I could just sleep
In my puddle of failure
If I could rip my heart
From this prison of a chest
I would give it to you
It’s the only thing left
Of the man you once knew
Besides, it was never mine to keep
It always belonged to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so beautifully heartfelt in it's desperation...great work