Its been more than long,
And I have not glanced into my soul.
No more peace,
No more tears,
Just a broken road.
No more do I wish to breathe,
No more dreams do I see,
All that remains is a question in me,
Need I be here anymore?
No blood holds on to you,
No feeling of being good,
Off all that I have seen I feel,
No trust, no faith, no hope.
If there is a power listening,
I beg you,
Give me one momemt that I see the heavens thru.
And just at the time when I am happy,
Take my last breath unto you.
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I would like to translate this poem
such a beautiful composition of accepting the true self...humble enough to accept mistakes in life...and the survival, the conversion... ...a soul-touching piece......10+ fpr you...