Massive rain started pouring down again,
been quite a routine nowadays.
Grief not seen thou,
juz a fake smile stick on shy face.
Shattered by those sharp words,
like a knife pierce headed to thy chest.
Chaos brings to confuse inner peace,
a bound to distract living self and all.
A broken memoirs shared,
everything then went to a flashback.
Hanged on, touched through side to side.
No path to keep running front and back.
A life once like a rainbow, turned to dark sky.
suddenly happened with readiness.
Thought disturbed where shadow cast,
a purpose driven into wilderness.
Glasses scattered into tiny pieces,
still trying to put it back together.
Neither with mere shame nor force,
only blood drew more closer in mind.
A painted wall with black and white,
swirl with millions of pointed vain circle.
being deem with infinity and beyond,
inside a burning hearth with fierce.
Wind blows on a doubted surface,
like an ashes spread to nowhere.
Never to return and nothing to tell.
A promise without coming back at waiting arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem