Riding through alleys of my mind, looking for the wreckage
that has been left behind on forlorn pavements of disrepair
and long forsaken terms of life.
Leaving it, yet coming back to everything again, remembering
every memory thought as it starts racing and taking me down
corridors of another time.
Recalling the past as I rehearse present attitudes and
behaviors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes it is very true that the painful memories can never be forgotten, we only can try by putting an endeavor to walk on a smooth and joyful path.