In the inner most depth of my heart I feel pains
Even in a thousand years, it will still be there
Wondering where it might come from
It is the pains death has left?
Or that of a broken love
Is it that of frustration?
Or that of poverty?
Is it of a lonely heart?
Or that of isolation?
I may wonder a million years
But it won't ease the pain
And it source pains remain unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
staright from the heart.there is sadness and helplessness in the ink.nice drop.