Remorse comes by everyday.
As if I send her my painful codes.
Just to be delivered.
Meekly neatly.
Just to be returned.
Never mind my cracked mirrors.
Damaged are my slivers from my addicted soul of silver.
I am drowning.
I need not to swim with the ravishing demons.
I am on fire.
Angels fuel the inferno where I will burn.
So I have become.
Part of one race.
Which feeds of my mistakes.
Yez.....
I have them which I made.
One so humanly selfish.
Ann I proud to be.
Humanly Unkind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem