Reading yesterday's
Words of time slowly
Slowly yielding to me
Only a fraction of my desire
The need to suffer no longer
The angst of even a healing
Brokenness of the heart
Each little piece felt
Excruciating the contrast
To love against the soulful
Darkness to which became
My mistress, for pain reasoned
From love, drives inward
Remembrance to pleasure
Thus Igniting the flames burning
Bringing everything to ashes
That must be buried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem