Flakes of remorse fall to my shoulders,
attempting to hide until falling over
the edge of an abyss, created for life
which has died.
Being forsaken on a farm of sadness,
plowed over and over, never showing
cares or worries to anyone.
Holding within, the particles and atoms
broken and fragmented with the passing
of time, shed now, alone.
Falling flakes of remorse tied together
and stepped underfoot.
Lost and unremembered, scattered to the
winds like dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem