Loved by those, but not by them;
my bleeding feelings hard to stem.
I hope for peace, for his sake alone,
need time yet til those shoots have grown.
I ache to be there; for all to be well,
but 'there' is centre of a dangerous Hell.
Waves of flames of endless doubt,
she alone keeps me out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem