An unexpected fall down into a valley.
A valley of deep sorrow.
Tears begin to burn my eyes.
Dark black hatred of myself fills my heart.
The word ''LOSER', 'IDIOT', 'RETAIRD' enter my head with nonsense.
I have never failed in my life.
On the ground, I lie there wounded.
Bleeding in defeat.
I feel like I'm never going to recover from this.
I lie there for days.
Then I begin to pick myself up.
Realizing that I have a lot to learn.
That I should never give up.
I have lost a battle, but not a war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem