Crying of blood not of tears,
Just let it out.
Blood is spilt, but no one’s dead,
This is your cry.
Pain releasing, anger lost,
You have now expressed,
The day ends.
Dreamless nights, dream-full nights,
It doesn’t change life’s ways.
Nights of nightmares, others none,
It’s just like life.
Tosses and turns, peaceful slumbers,
You’ll soon wake up,
Another day awakens.
The day is fresh, but will soon stale,
As does life’s happiness.
Maybe not for you, but for someone,
The reason for your outlook.
Totally logical, but also illogical,
Life has its miracles, but also tragedies,
Life will go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem