defeat is something new to me and in these past few years, I have again insight
unclosed wound covered with a vacuum sucking blood from ankle bone is my sight
sensing sickness a few months following lost my left foot in hindsight
sensing sickness a few months subsequently lost my eyesight
lost my career because I could not inwardly handle what I saw
open wounds psychologically all raw
standing up, I lost my balance split my stitches is what I saw
time is but a moment, in reality, of this life is the hence raw
soul, where did a loss of my life become so easy
ouches painfully comfy
unique this existence defeat lost soul lost so easy
live life within laughter of love, which is not so comfortable
I mislaid my career due to so many loss memories,
I misplaced my nerve due to many lost memories?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem