Walking so slowly by, before the memory settles
Shocked to stop the heart, now like stingy nettles
Elaboration of the consideration, for what happened
Sickness yields deep inside, now already burdened
Shotgun rounds to the chest, to advocate the pain
The crushing of my anxieties, bring nothing to gain
So silent now amidst, the all chaos of the survived
Mind running around, so spiralled and so strived
Bringing the reality to my focus, in speechless vain
I am looked upon by a world, looking down in distain
For what a hopeless mistake, to have made this way
All evidence appointed, to seek the guilty of the day
I wanted, to beat my fists on the ground and scream
Instead I was choked, by the bleeding hearts stream
Filled my eyes before the tears, finally did lament
Pouring the regret, and sorrowful acknowledgement
For this man can only take so much, before he dies
No matter what he had done, or say in so many lies
So I had much to loose, for what I had already lost
Debunking the creation, for now I do pay this cost
Never a voice of reason, and tender lips to take away
The agony of a mistake, fathomed through this way
A drying heart left in the cold, of the open execution
For the punishment of me, is now the only solution
To receive the beating, to satisfy the fury I caused
My mind breaks away, and the illusion I forged
For another day, when I am alone and I reminisce
On the errors of my ways, and the heart that I miss
Let it be the angels, who will judge me another way
Third eye can see, beyond the apoplexy then to say
That I was wrong but forgiven, and now I am here
Myself as I am now, in my world without this fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem