Built upon my broken back,
Upon a broken shore.
Stretching out beyond the sea,
And past the open door.
Splinters of a tortured past,
Memories before.
Before the fall,
Before the end,
Of all that was,
Will be...
No more...
How we all needed to be reminded. It should not beforgotten. Great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are something's we don't want to re-live. Yet I see hope in this poem, hope for better times. An open door to new experiences a crack that we can squeeze through.