What is this poem,
But merely bits of my heart and soul
Make me forget of all the pain I hold
I put my heart on the line
It has managed to fail me
What can I do but numb it alive
Suffering is what I call only mine
Is this my future
Or is it my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Same as my comments on your poem 'A Cold November.' I would only add Sandra M. Gilbert's collection of poems, 'ghost volcano' where she writes about the unexpected death of her husband. Keep working on your craft and I think you will find that you can add to the bits of your heart and soul in future poems. Tom