I stand here and think of you again
And the hate for what I see surges,
At a new peak once more.
If only I could reach out and shatter the glass
Just as I shattered the beauty I once held.
I listen for the beat that reminds me of life,
And for once the comfort of this recollection
Doesn't come.
I threw away the blue of my sky
That I sought for in your eyes.
I hurt the one that beheld
The key to my happiness
And my sanity.
I try and justify,
Try and pick through this cloud of a heart
That relentlessly beats inside my chest.
No matter the intent
I've become what I hate most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem