I look into your eyes…
Glassy, mirror like...
I see the reflection of myself.
The skeleton mask…
Bright white, the mask of what used to be alive.
Did I go too far?
Moving too many times into the flames,
of out of control desire and emotion…
Leaving me charred and smoldering.
Maybe my embers might be salvaged…
If only my heart has not blackened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem